Well, that was... an "interesting" series of events recently.
It was a hell of a struggle, and there were a lot of bumps along the way, and a lot of pain.
But there were little sparks of hope too.
Maybe it wasn't enough to make me feel hopeful, but it was enough to keep me going, because I knew it was there, even if I didn't feel it.
Feelings can be pretty deceptive. More so for some people, I think - myself included.

It's been a long trip, and has taken me some time to get my head to stop spinning, but I made it.
I've got my own place now.
A little two bedroom apartment.
First time in my life I've had more than a single room to myself (bathroom doesn't count!)
Now I've got -four- rooms, and a bathroom!
I'm still trying to think of how to use the space.
Still getting used to it, too.
But it's nice.

Things aren't perfect, sure, but they're a lot better.
And I'm going to make sure they continue to improve.

As always, it is my friends that kept me going.
That there are those that care for me - that's where those little sparks of hope came from.

Drawing again too! I've gotten a bit rusty, but that'll clear up with time!
I just need to shake myself awake.
It's been a long time since I've been able to really take a moment to catch my breath, as it were.
I'm starting to see more clearly now.
I'd like to see where I can go with that~