They drop their hand between the two of them, not quite touching, preserving what stability they know can be found. "I don't know if I have a lot of useful advice for you. But one thing that worked for me is that I found something that I can't afford to let all the stuff happening in my head distract me from."

Warfare against one's own brain is tricky, and their own circumstances are so different from anyone else's that it's hard to act like they're normal here. "I have fish now. And I can't let myself get so depressed or distracted that I don't pay attention to them, because then they'll die, and I'll have something else's life on my hands." It's a little embarrassing to say it out loud instead of just having typed it all those times before. "Dark, right? But it works for my brain."