Writing Mental Illness In Relationships

Writing Mental Illness In Relationships

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I really like when characters exist outside of the typical standard for how they should think and act but in a way that is self-destructive. Basically, less "quirky" and more "mentally ill".

For an example, i'll use my characters Jukka and Yuuma

Yuuma is a hyper-emotional mess of a human being who deals with severe mood swings and hallucinations due to a mixture of pre-existing conditions and overwhelming stress

Jukka is a character whose obsession with acting is also a coping mechanism for the fact that they can't really feel strong emotions except when they're talking about their interest in acting. Someone who has never felt fully accustomed to his own skin

p.s I highly relate to Jukka (except for the acting obsession) so be kind to him :3

And they both love each other. And this love doesn't help them totally overcome their trauma.

Yes, having a support system does encourage them to gain more friends, go to therapy, and improve themselves but Jukka still has naturally not strong emotions. Yuuma still deals with mental illness.

They help each other cope when they're able to.

They fight when their heightened experiences shape their perspectives.

What I love about this dynamic is the fact that their love isn't built on "needing eachother" but more on "I feel accepted when I'm around you" and "whenever I am truly strange, you are strange with me".

It's that type of bonding that i've only ever experience once in my life and I still think back on it.

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