And, boy, do I wish it was an understatement. Life has gotten far more difficult that I would like it to be over the last 5-6 months. After the whole ordeal of handling what I've endured for that time (I won't go into it publicly, if you'd like to know I can explain better. In private.), I decided that I can't take any more of it. I'm a woman who would do anything to bear the pain to try and get back onto her feet had finally caved in. With how my mental instability is presently, I can't do it any more.

I'm moving back to where my family is. I don't want to. I hate to, but I honestly feel I would rather do better back in Orlando for many reasons.

One of them being that I have family and friends there. I have people I can socialize with. People that I know cares for me and want to help me back up and in control of my life. While living here, I've done nothing but avoid everything that I could. I barely left the house for anything. I didn't converse with anyone. I don't have friends, family, what have you here. I just stagnate. And it's preventing me from moving onward.

Another reason being just that; my unstable mental state. I've endured something I clearly shouldn't have. No smart person would do it, yet I tried to. And all it did was break me down to the point where I've become emotionally and socially detached to everyone around me. I was looking for ways to escape just to be at peace. I was hiding from my friends on Skype, Furcadia, RPH and many other places. I often caught myself blanking out and staring off into space for hours at a time. Hell, most commissions over the last few months I barely remember. There was even a moment's chance where I just literally blinked, 2-4 hours had passed. This has gotten to a point where it's dangerous and it shook me awake on realizing it.

I need to leave. I don't care where, I don't care how. But I have to. Thus, why I'm moving back home in Orlando. But while I'm there, I'll be looking for a normal, offline job. It's to help me get myself a place of my own. A little studio, even, to help fix myself. I realized (Late than never) that I actually function and have more control over myself if I live alone. I don't feel so paranoid, I don't feel like I'm locked away from the world. It's better for me.

But, this doesn't mean I'll stop taking commissions. It'll just be considerably less of a worry being strapped for money all the time. And for those who are still waiting, thank you so much for being patient.

So, in short. I can't live here anymore. It's fucking with me mentally and socially. So, I'm going back to square one in my life and over to where my family is to pick myself back up once again in three weeks.

I move out on the 22nd this month. The week of 14-20th of June will be very rocky. I'll be packing up and getting ready for my trek back there. If I'm not responsive between now and when I move, I'm deeply sorry. I'm trying to move out of here. I'll be struggling with money just to get everything back home and leave nothing behind.

Hopefully, this move will make things better for me. It's uncertain, for sure, but it's a better choice than to live in a place where I have literally no friends or family to lean on when I'm falling.

I hope you all would understand and bear with me while I make my move (Third time within the past 12 months) back home.

Thank you for reading this.