I’m sorry for disappearing without any notice. I know my absence has upset some people, and I completely understand. I deactivated my social media for a few days because I wasn’t feeling stable, and I just wanted to disappear for a moment to find some peace. It was an impulsive and maybe immature decision—I acknowledge that. I’m not perfect, I make mistakes, but I’m trying to improve.

I want to address my clients and friends to let you know that, despite my struggles, I’m still here and I will keep going. I know my absence has caused frustration and even anger, and I accept that. I can’t blame anyone for feeling that way. I also know I have pending refunds, and I wish I could resolve them all immediately, but the reality is that I’m doing the best I can with what I have.

I usually don’t talk about my personal life, but I think this time it’s necessary for you to understand my situation. Beyond my emotional struggles, I’ve had to face many difficulties. Last year, my family went through a financial crisis so severe that there were times we didn’t even have enough to eat. My mother had an accident that left her unable to take care of herself, and on the very same day, my father was coming home from a high-risk surgery. He was so weak he could barely move, yet he still found the strength to take my mother to the hospital.

I live with a brother who struggles with addiction and whose instability deeply affects our home. I also have a younger brother to take care of, and even though I’m not the oldest, I often feel like I am. On top of that, I have five pets depending on me.

I had to drop out of school to take care of my parents and work, even though I don’t earn enough. Slowly, my mother has regained her independence, but the process has been long and difficult. My father, however, is still in poor health. We’re trying to save up for his surgery, which costs around $2,000. In the meantime, he remains on a waiting list, dealing with constant pain.

All of this has taken a toll on me. I’ve had breakdowns where I couldn’t even pick up a pencil. My last one lasted an entire month, and I felt completely miserable. I’ve also gone through traumatic experiences that have deeply scarred me—like being harassed during my studies by someone who tried to touch and kiss me without my consent. He was eventually expelled after being exposed by multiple victims.

I’m not sharing this to justify myself but to help you understand that behind my work, there is a real person with a life and struggles of her own. I know I have responsibilities, and I would never keep money that isn’t mine. That’s why I keep working on adoptables and YCHs to earn an income. But to be honest, half of what I earn goes to supporting my family, and the other half to refunds. I can’t leave my family without food, and I hope those waiting for a refund can understand that.

All I ask for is patience. I won’t give up—I will keep going and fulfill my responsibilities, but I need time. I don’t want my mental health to destroy everything I’ve built. I want to get better, and even though the road is tough, I won’t stop.

Because yes, I am a damn machine of resilience, and no matter how many times I fall, I will always get back up.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and for trying to understand my situation. I truly appreciate the support of those who are still here.

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