So I got dumped almost several months ago & kicked out due to untreated mental illness ( I couldn't even access help bc my ex didn't want to risk losing his fucking firearms that he hardly ever touched) and inability to find work or obtain my driver's license.

My mental health took a turn for the worst this past week and I sadly severed the remaining ties I had with my ex. He has ceased helping me entirely. I said some mean crap without thinking it through because the dark place I was in was getting so overwhelming. He may have not treated me the best where I needed his love and support the most, but he didn't deserve what I said to him. I apologized, but got silence...not surprised.

I ended up Baker-Acting myself instead of...y'know, going and doing that one thing to myself. Spent a few days in psych...boring as high hell, barely slept and ate because the food sucked and environment was unsettling for me (I don't sleep in silence). ...made a cute sand art kitty though in arts and crafts. I am at ease, yet sad, about learning I'm Bipolar....it runs in my family. I got out two days ago, I'm finally medicated and will be starting therapy next month.

I'll be seeing VNV Nation live again next month, so there's something positive. If it wasn't for my best friends letting me stay with them and keeping me from going insane, idk what I'd do.

As for drawing again, I just don't know anymore......If anyone wants to doodle my OCs to keep 'em alive, go for it. Just don't forget to credit. It's just getting too hard to make stuff anymore. I got waaaaay too much on my plate with STILL trying to find work, get my DL...just getting by every day.

Imma be okay. This is just the beginning of a new story in MY dysfunctional life. I can only hope it'll get better from here.

Hoping y'all are doing well.