Today officially marks the six-year anniversary of my cancer-removing surgery! Not a lot has changed since last year, and you can read about that here.

I've noticed that I've kinda fallen into a kind of depression, and I just don't know if it is because of the time of year, or just my current happenings, but I've been thinking:

Do I really need a fursona anymore? I haven't drawn anything since last month, (No, those recolors of old art of my fox doesn't count) and if my artistic output is going to be this slow, why do I even need characters? All I do now is look at other people's work, and touch myself inappropriately to the sexy ones.

I would really like to take a vacation, but all of the hoops I need to jump through to actually get the time off is not worth it.

I've been thinking about therapy, but I have no idea if my insurance will cover it, and I don't want my time wasted. I want actual help and answers, not just someone who listens and nods their head, nor do I want someone who just wants to prescribe medications on me. I have problems, I want solutions.... how hard is that to get?

I wish there was a little bit more in my life than just work. I still have this problem where I don't do anything too time consuming because "I'm working," and "I need to be able to drop anything at a moment's notice, in case of emergency" so I just kinda sit around all day until I'm needed, and when I get time to myself, I kinda do nothing because it's too late. Sometimes, I'm able to do some art, like the stuff I did last month, but I kinda had to push myself to get that done in a timely manner, because of my limited free-time.

I just wish I had something to look forward to, because without that, I'm just going through the motions at this point.