For the pointless accompanying fic: https://catt-tales.tumblr.com/post/.....own-reflection
I've been myself for a long time. Everything I like, care about, love, hate... it's always been. I don't always recognize who I am, but I'm always trying to do my best. Well, usually. I feel like I need more from myself, more for me and more for my relationship. I don't feel well, I haven't for a while, but I'm getting there. Medication and my hobbies only can do so much, the rest is up to me. Else, what am I doing?