Hello everyone, my darlings. I just want to remind you that I’m still here—still fighting my depression, still trying to crawl out of this swamp and solve my problems. I’m still pushing through art block and drawing, but I won’t make empty promises about deadlines anymore. Every time I think, ‘This is it, things are getting better, I’m back on track,’ something happens again, and I break down.

I remember all my commissions, all the pending trade parts, and I feel so terribly ashamed and sorry for dragging everything out like this.

And to those of you who still believe in me—even when I can’t believe in myself—thank you. Your patience feels like tiny lifelines I don’t deserve, but I cling to them anyway.
Grief is a spiral, not a road. I’m sorry if my apologies sound like broken records; just know that each one carries the weight of all the previous ones. I’m trying, even when it’s invisible 🖤