I don’t have much to add to this one. My healthy adult exists. He’s just… too used to being bullied. He operates quietly outside of view, if he does operate.

Depressed Dave was born because he knew Dave had to exist. My critic had a lot to say about it, but my healthy adult insisted quietly. Despite all the noise. I never knew I had a healthy side at all. I never thought it was possible until my therapist nudged me to consider it.

I’m thankful, and I want to develop him further. Difficult as it is. I don’t dare hope much about it, but I have to.