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Help me to be,
Everything that you want me to be.
Help me to see,
Not another casualty

Another Casualty by My Ending reign

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ok i nearly cried like 4 times while drawing this because for SO LONG...I didn't have a plan for Kato. I'd honestly all but resigned myself to the fact that he wasn't going to make it to 30. BUT. I felt like condemning him to that was condemning myself to it too--so I forced myself to give him a future. He's not there, yet, nowhere near--but he'll get there. Age 32--with a wife, a baby girl on the way, in therapy, trying his absolute best to recover. Scared shitless of being a dad but determined to be a good one. And yeah, maybe he still drinks a little too much sometimes, but not often--and not to the point of blacking out. Still smokes, but it's a pack over two months instead of over a week. He's stopped cutting up his arms and working on leaving his chest alone. The only upper he uses by then is the ADHD medication he's prescribed--by mouth, once a day. He's not totally recovered, I don't know if he ever will be--but he's letting the anger go, leaving his vices to rust and rot, one by one.

Love doesn't cure mental illness, not by any means--but sometimes even when you can't try and recover for yourself, you can try and get better for those you love--and who love you.

Description
Help me to be,
Everything that you want me to be.
Help me to see,
Not another casualty

Another Casualty by My Ending reign

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ok i nearly cried like 4 times while drawing this because for SO LONG...I didn't have a plan for Kato. I'd honestly all but resigned myself to the fact that he wasn't going to make it to 30. BUT. I felt like condemning him to that was condemning myself to it too--so I forced myself to give him a future. He's not there, yet, nowhere near--but he'll get there. Age 32--with a wife, a baby girl on the way, in therapy, trying his absolute best to recover. Scared shitless of being a dad but determined to be a good one. And yeah, maybe he still drinks a little too much sometimes, but not often--and not to the point of blacking out. Still smokes, but it's a pack over two months instead of over a week. He's stopped cutting up his arms and working on leaving his chest alone. The only upper he uses by then is the ADHD medication he's prescribed--by mouth, once a day. He's not totally recovered, I don't know if he ever will be--but he's letting the anger go, leaving his vices to rust and rot, one by one.

Love doesn't cure mental illness, not by any means--but sometimes even when you can't try and recover for yourself, you can try and get better for those you love--and who love you.