lax - what do you do in your free time?
Oh dude all SORTS of stuff! I like to keep myself busy. Going on walks around Culcastle (where I live!) is nice, and there's lots of things to do in Bannerblow City, which is nearby. I've actually been trying to take up sewing, so I can repair my team's costumes. It's pretty hard, but I'm not giving up yet.
I also used to travel, but not as much these days. I would like to, though. Maybe visit Galar again.
hardy - what's a pretty tough situation that you and/or your pokemon managed to get out of?
So. This is a tough story, but I think its something that I've come to terms with.
When I became Osthu's champion at 11, I was, of course, determined to stay champion for as long as I could. Very very determined. For 6 years of my life, more than half of my childhood, I trained. And pushed. And battled. I lost sleep, and skipped meals, and overworked my Pokémon.
I lost sight of the love I had for Pokémon and became so obsessed with being successful. In those years, I developed a complex-- If I wasn't champion, I was nobody. I became awful.
It was around when I was 17 that I began to realize the toll this had taken on not only me and my Pokémon, but the relationships we had with the rest of the world. My team and I had become so aggressive towards anything. I pushed my friends and family away. I did a lot of things I wasn't proud of. I looked in the mirror and hated who I saw. So I realized that I needed to end it.
I wanted to publicly step down, but was told, unfortunately, that's not how things work. I knew what I had to do. And. This isn't the first time I acknowledged this. It became public soon after. But I threw the battle. I cheated. Lost on purpose. To a really good kid.
I think that was the best thing I ever did. Losing was like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. It did hurt, too. I lost everything I had known in an hour.
But when I got home that night, my moms were there waiting for me. They hugged me for the first time in a long, long time.
I began to better myself. I went to therapy, and began to bond with my Pokémon team again. I had a lot of bad days-- like when my Beelzebulb, Baddle, passed. It was the first Pokémon that was my own. I am glad that I got to grow close with it again before its passing, but at the time it destroyed me.
But now, the good days really outshine the bad. I am still healing. But I have my Pokémon, my friends, my family, and the support of the kids who look up to me to back me up.
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