This is not meant to be a pity-me jounral. This is just what has been going on in my life, an explanation of my behavior, and why my art is so behind: bear with me.

As all of you are aware my behavior has been erratic over the past few years. In that time I have been struggling with a lot, from having my brain literally poked at, homelessness at the hands of another furry, multiple emergency moves, and a butt-load of college and self teaching. It's no excuse for my absence, behavior, or lack of responsibility; however the hell that has been the last few years has not only impacted me, it's impacted all of you. A few years ago I realized that the furry/babyfur community was doing me more harm than good. I would spend time I should have spent bettering my health or education focused on other people's problems or on community efforts. The last few years have been a blur to me. Between medication, surgeries, and full time work/school I have not had time or the ability to draw what I like. I often found myself starting my commission queue or a nice project only to lose interest or any time/motivation to do it. A lifetime of punishing myself with notions of "sleep is for the weak" and denying gender-identity issues have seriously taken a toll on me. So much was adding up to a deadly cocktail that three years ago, it almost did kill me.

I had severe seizures; around the time of the FluffyWaddles drama.
You will notice if you look back at my posts, a sudden slide back in the quality of my art, and a marked change in my behavior.
My worst parts got worse-er, as many of you all witnessed.

I made a lot of poor decisions when I was younger, and not in the best place. A lot of what put me there were decisions I made based on this community. As I would come to learn, this community is not all murrs and scritches. Furries are still people, they can still be shitty. For a long time I blamed this community for things that are, my fault. I put myself in situations which lead to my own undoing, and damage to my own health out of pure stress.

I can't take back anything I said, did, or didn't do. However, I would like to apologize on behalf of homeless-medication-addled-seizure fox Corri of 2010-2016.


I would like to move on and become a contributing member of this community, away from the drama and the hate. I want to move on.

That being said, if I owe you art, please message me to remind me or get a refund. Commissioners only. Due to losing track of who didn't get art/who commissioned I need to know. For real, my memory was fucked while on my meds. I can't recall shit from that time period. I need your help if I owe you something. If I did do your art and you did not receive your art through mail/UPS please also tell me.Gifts/contests will be canceled for a bit.


Second, expect to see some art some time soon. Once advantage of losing my ability to draw almost completely was getting to re-learn my foundations. I am much happier with what I produce now, compared to before. I just finished a sketch I hope to color by the weekend.


Rearguards, your broken demon child
Corri.