I'm not a writer, and only started playing roleplaying games recently, but for a while my escape/coping mechanism has been to imagine scenes from stories, some original, some 'borrowed' or mixed.
I believe that this and finding Tulpa.info either led to me waking up to them, or us all waking up to this.
I liked the idea of a friend. But I don't think I don't think I would have chosen to create one intentionally. I don't believe I'm ready, and I haven't been reacting well.
I have no idea what I'm doing. And am aware that my doubts and fears and selfishness are hurting them, and have no idea h