So, if you don't know it already, due to severe, crippling anxiety and depression, my creativity and concentration are dead 95% of the time. And related to that, I have a ever-growing backlog of commissions I haven't uploaded yet and when I upload them, they either only have a much shorter story than every pic used to have or a "story coming soon... or never, dunno lol".

Seeing all this backlog is also depressing me every time I browse my explorer, so I think it's time to ask:

Would you prefer?
-having the pic uploaded without the story and maybe try to guess what is happening until the story is uploaded with no ETA whatsoever.
-waiting (possibly for a very long time) for an upload with a proper description to get the full picture (HA!) behind the picture at once

Speaking of the anxiety I have these days, here's an "instructive" summary of what it usually feels like that I previously posted on Twitter, just to show you how it feels for me:

-Day 1: Wake up like you slept only 2 hours plagued with nightmares. Bed sheet looks like there was a fight. Don't feel like standing up... at all, but you gotta coz you're hungry and you don't feel good. Eyes are hurting, seeing slightly blurry for about 20 minutes. Muscles stayed tense during night so neck is hurting.
If sudden violent-yet-second-gone headache, go check in the mirror for possible signs of stroke you know you're highly unlikely to have but you still do.
Grab meds. Only kicks in in 1-2 hours.
Type something. Make mistakes you don't even know how you could have made. Check your blood pressure and heartbeat, just in case. Still a bit sleepy so grab coffee.
Coffee's bad for anxiety, but you gotta take some because otherwise you're in zombie mode for the whole day. Don't care about what to eat or why you should bother... but you gotta.
Muscles still in pain, not intense but just enough to ruin your day.
Creativity: dead. Mood: Batman levels of brooding.
Sudden muscle pain like you got stabbed by a needle. Try to relax and say it's OK, it's just psychosomatic symptoms. Worry anyway. If pain around heart area or head, go check in the mirror for stroke symptoms again.
Nothing, of course. Still not as reassuring as it should.
Should you talk to people? Could help, but not motivated, due to pain. Thinking hurts anyway. Going outside? Why even? Plus COVID, so no. Sudden vertigo, near-loss of consciousness for a semi-second... again. Try not to worry, still worry anyway. Considering nap, know it'll be horrible. 6pm, nothing accomplished. More vertigo fits, tired. Emergency meds, then nap. Sleep horribly as expected. 4 hours minimum, really sleep for ~2 while the rest is keeping rolling in bed. Wake up feeling even more horrible. Dinner time.
Coffee or infusion? Staying awake to try and do something productive or try to calm down but stay in slightly relaxed zombie mode? Infusion this time. Remember backlogs of commissions to upload and/or make notes for later. Meh, mood says no. Watch stream with friends. Nice, but know it's fucking up sleep schedule, but helps keep somewhat sane.
Go to bed, sun starting to rise, but at least too tired to care about pain or stress, body just needs sleep.

Day 2: Slept a bit better, not much pain, maybe a better day? Start doing some physical stuff, feel uneasy afterwards, then pain kicks in later. Day ruined. Back to usual day and night routine.

Day 3: Starts as day 1, but creativity kicks in out of nowhere, try to write some stuff down. Manages to do something. Still less than it used to be, but at least it's something. But now, mentally exhausted. Nap needed. Bad nap again.

Day 4: Waking up, several vertigo fits in a row while lying down, still half-asleep so both stressed but not actually caring. Finally wake up, go check in the mirror. Sick of seeing that miserable dude trying to smile to check stroke symptoms again. Nothing really happens.
Panic attack's early warnings, grab meds quickly.
Now need to go to the bathroom. Always bringing phone, just in case of emergency that never happens. Panic attack mostly averted. Even going to toilet exhausting, bed right now or later? Later this time. Still stays on chair doing nothing for hours and not caring/even realizing it. Too tired, bed.

Day 5: Week-end approaching, only ER available in case of problems, more stress. In addition, closest ER, 25 minutes away. Grab meds to calm down. Same day as usual, but forget evening med. Panic attack, emergency meds, 1-2 hours to wait for effects. Walk in circles in the house, slightly blurred vision and pain, open windows, half of shutter never closed anyway, just in case. End up calming down, exhausted again, sleep.

Day 6: Wake up OK. First half of day goes better than usual. Metaphorically letting guard down, big mistake, still takes meds. Beginning of easiness crushed by stabbing pain coming out of nowhere. More meds to calm down. Rest of the day and night ruined, not in mood to do anything.

Day 7: What else to expect?