The last odd year since I lost my apartment has been disastrous for my mental health. Just in the last few months:

I've grown more anxious and paranoid (both stemming from irrational reasons), and have been in a rut with a severe depressive episode.

I've been struggling to even message those closest to me once every one or two weeks, and haven't been drawing (only recently picking up drawing things again).

I've obviously uploaded none of the things I've been sitting on (but will tomorrow before the).

I'm starting outpatient. I had to quit what was my first job due to an inability to balance both. It is a shame because it gave my days structure, and I learned a lot.

I'm sorry to everyone I've not messaged in weeks, or months.

I'm going to be working on myself for however long it takes, and changing much in my life.

now for the indefinite hiatus