For about a year, I’ve been trying to figure out whether I am fictionkin of a character, or just too attached. I have a hard time believing in fictionkin, so that’s part of why I haven’t wanted to explore it more. Lately though, when I’ve seen pictures of places that remind me of Home, I’ve felt a longing so intense that it’s almost painful, and I don’t think I can deny it anymore. How do I come to terms with this?

Its hard. Its hard to believe that you’re fictionkin, and to come to terms with that. Its so much easier to just believe that you’re too obsessed, or that you’re delusional. But when it really hits home, its impossible to deny.

When that happens, its a process of accepting it. I don’t recommend inflicting too much of the source material on yourself as that can be very painful. I would recommend some quiet reflection- thinking about all these memories, and feelings, and what they mean to you. Try to put aside some time in the day to let the nostalgia in, but don’t let it overwhelm you.