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For a long time now, ponies brought me happiness. Yes, there were sad times too but I still felt happy. Everytime I was sad, I imagined Applejack or my oc Night Chaser giving me support and talking to me and just making me happy. But now it feels like I’ve lost them. I can’t imagine them anymore.

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redweasel
Duck - "someone befriended them, saved them, coaxed them out of their shell, and showed them that sex is nothing to be afraid of. I’m kind of envious of that rape victim"

Fuzzbutt
depression robs the imagination. you haven’t lost them; they’re being kept away from you, by neurotransmitter levels crashing in the brain. the neural connections are still there though! they just need a brain that isn’t shutting down into emergency mode all the time. maybe applejack can’t help you, but you can imagine her again, if you help yourself. reduce stress, make some friends, reject some assholes, find time to enjoy yourself, live in the present moment, and try to understand that reality might not be what we want, it’s terrible that reality is not what we want, but what we have can still fill our hearts with joy.
 
or at least that’s what I’ve been told.