You're asking me to give up the most effective coping mechanism I've had.
You're asking me to give up the thing that I turn to when my own mind is unbearable.
You're asking me to give up the one constant, the one thing that's been there with me since this whole thing started,

I was all alone and it was the only thing I had.
You're asking me to give up something that feels like part of who I am.

It's there for me the 166 hours a week that you aren't. It was there for me before you. It was there for me when you abandoned me. It will be there for me even if you abandon me again.

Do you have any idea what you're asking of me?