#imstrange

I have imaginary friends. Yes, I’m over 15. No, I’m not crazy.

I know they’re not actually there, okay, but sometimes, it’s comforting to pretend they are. I don’t ever have anyone there with me, I never have, and I needed it. So my mind came up with them.

There’s five of them. But they’re not giant talking unicorns or anything, they’re real people. People that I really care about.

And I don’t have them so I can have tea parties and stuff with them. They actually serve a purpose. They help with my anxiety. Sometimes, I imagine them standing around me when I’m walking down the hallway at school, or when I’m in the aisles of a store by myself. I picture them surrounding me, keeping me safe. If I start to get panicky, I imagine them next to me and telling me that I’m alright, I’m okay. And that really does calm me down.

And every night when I’m in bed, I imagine two of them with me, one on each side of me, to help me sleep.

That’s really all I use them for, for comfort. And I don’t need them that often, either. I didn’t even start imaging them until like a few months ago.