this is so powerful.. its amazing :)

You are so ridiculously modest.

Every time you decide to pop out a new story, I can't help but peak at it in slow process, wondering how the hell you do the things you do. Your mind is unbelievably and outrageously extraordinary. You're such a visionary, at the root of things. You've made me a better writer and a better artist, just by exhibiting your own skills. You've taught me I could do so much I didn't know existed and I wonder on a daily basis what's next. What you're going to bring into my life.

You said at the beginning this would be confusing, but it's not really. It makes perfect sense. It's a riddle that's easy to solve and getting past (see, not passed? Thanks to you) that, it makes sense to marry two halves of the same whole; John's life out of the world of Sherlock and his life in it. It's tragic, facing the realism of what war can do to people and you capture not only the essence of John's personal tragedy, but also of what so many war veterans have to endure over their lifetimes.

I especially love how, throughout, we can't really tell what John is thinking, what John is seeing and what he's saying aloud. He really could be mumbling incoherently the entire time, which would bring forth his insanity clearly to Harry, but show the doctors there is a chance. If he can speak, at least his mind is active enough to have the chance to heal.

The switch toward the end, where reality become the regular font and John's dream shifts to italics is what really hurts the most. It's showing that John is finally getting better. He's learning to accept the medicine and his battle with the real, not-real is coming to an end. Because his recognition of not being sure if Sherlock ever was real was the first step to good health.

Or was it? Because, in the end, we realise he would've been better off.

Learning the difference between life and a dream was supposed to help him.

And now he's stuck having memories that weren't really his.