I am sure it's hardly comforting for me to say I will explain later, and then not post for over a month, so how about I take a moment to explain what's been happening for me, and what's so worrying (or was, there have been some advances, though not enough for me to be fully comfortable.)

Recently, my mother decided it was time to finally renovate my apartment, and in doing so, make me live back at home for a month, andsend my parTner Alexis off to Mexico for about the same amount of time. She was able to do this because she controls half of my condo, and also has access to all of my finances/etc. While I'm not quite under a conservator/adult guardianship, I'm pretty much one step short of that. As a result, I've been living with her for the first time since 2014. And as anyone who knows me knows, my mom can be... Difficult, erven at the best of times.

Unfortunately, right now is not one of the best of times.

What many people may not know is that I'm adopted. Not because of some charitable drive, but because my parents spent many years trying and failing to conceive naturally. As a result, although I'm 33, my mother is currently 73. And, sadly, age is catching up to her. She's largely in good physical condition, but in the middle of last year, she fell ill with a serious stomach virus that left her hospitalized multiple times, and during which she had a prolonged 104+ fever. While she's better now, both the experience of being a few minutes from death multiple times, and the fact that her body was burning itself up from the inside, took their toll on her. She is, currently, not well. Again, physically fine, but her mental decline is much more severe than I realized. Even more so than I realized a month or two ago. She struggles to follow basic chains of logic or events, which frequently gets her angry and makes her think that people around her are intentionally obscuring things so she won't understand. It's also made her make broad, sweeping statements or decisions on a whim. When I made my previous post, she had just threatened to put me fully under a conservatorship over the fact that I was still in bed at 1:30, even though we (she) had agreed I would get up and out of bed sometime between noon and two. You might note that 1:30 is in fact between noon and two, but that was not a particularly persuasive argument.

I love my mother dearly. I would never have gotten through schooling without her. But as the situation stands, I am currently under a great deal of legal control from someone who, herself, probably is not competent to control her own finances, much less someone else's. Fortunately, my sister and I are working to get any of those responsibilities transferred over to her(My sister) and Catt (sister) is also trying to get mom to realize that she needs help herself. There is a bit of brightness there as a result, but things are still both challenging and concerning.

I am still trying to write whatever writing I can. It's not an easy time to be certain. But with my sister's help I am feeling a lot more comfortable being able to relax and not assume that my life is about to be upended on a whim. Which I am increasingly realizing was a big part of what was making it hard to work. I want to thank everyone who has been around for me in these troubling times, and most especially (in alphabetical order) Alexis, Brad, Catt, Jack, John, Nick, RD, Vosyl, Zach, and Zavis. Without you guys, I don't know where I would be. Much love for everyone, and hopefully, I can get things slightly more on the right track now. Of course, I've said that before. Let's just hope I'm right this time.

P.S. I have been keeping my mind active with some 3d modelling projects, many of which can be found on Cults.com. Nothing lewd (yet) but it has been one of the few things that I have been able to do since my ability to write and similar has been completely shot by all the chaos.