Think it's about time to post an update on life.
I've been avoiding it as mulling these things around my head just leave more questions and ever lessening hope. Seeing it written down strikes a nerve and makes it feel even worse.

A series of events have been snowballing here, unpleasant ones of course.

For New Year's, I decided to go to a salon and get my hair bleached blonde, wanting to keep the length.
The woman there ended up putting "streaks" in the hair, and cut nearly half of it off. This has left me with an absolute shattered self confidence as it invokes memories of being taunted as a kid for my hair not being able to be presentable at this length.
It curls and goes wherever it chooses.
I still do not feel good, and do not wish to be seen like this.

At that stage I had not been working for about two weeks, needing the break and spending time with the mate, visitors and such. It has sent me into one of the worst lows I've ever experienced, being a victim of Bipolar Disorder.

Shortly thereafter, I was told that our house had been sold. My father went against my wishes of wanting to rent the house and they come live in the flatlet, which was to be the arrangement when we built the flatlet, and it has now been sold.
This shattered any wishes I had of raising a family here, the big den I always wanted for a studio, many many things.

About two weeks ago, finances were completely tapped out, and I had to turn to selling my car, still being too depressed to art. My father knew a guy and handled the deal to sell the car, which is fine - I wasn't particularly attached to it.
All I asked is that the sound system be removed from the car or I be reimbursed for it - obviously I intend on getting another vehicle later in time and want to retain my sound system.
Well, he sold the car, and gave the radio and speakers away with it, because they 'couldn't get it out'.
Obviously I was furious at being told this, and my father lost it.
My mate went in the house to ask him the guy's number so we can try to get the radio back and my father assaulted him.

We went and spoke with the police after, spent most of the evening away, afraid to return here. After that, dad said to take our shit and go, he doesn't want me or 'this rubbish' as he referred to the mate in his house.

We are now in a situation where morale, spirit and general enthusiasm for life is extremely low, finances are dwindling and each day seems to bring more problems.
It is now coming to the point where I have outstanding work, refunds being demanded and not having the means to reimburse, and this may get us shut down completely.

I ask you for help of any kind, if not just the gift of your patience while we work through this.
I will be working as soon as I am able to.

Thank you for your understanding, my friends.
EC