So, a couple of months ago I moved out of my parent's house. I'm pretty well settled in now, I've (finally) gotten my dosage of medication increased, my overall health is improving and I no longer cry every day of the week. Moving back in with my parents temporarily was a fucking nightmare, and I'm so glad to be out again, I can feel myself starting to stretch out again slowly. My art's been coming back to me little by little, and I've sketched some stuff out. I'll probably move it to scraps when I start producing more completed pieces, but for now I'll just leave them in the gallery. I'm not sure when I can get back to commissions, but I'm pretty sure it'll happen. I just have to give it time, sadly. When I'm in a better headspace mental-health wise I can work on developing a better mental work system that might help me keep drawing despite crappy emotions, but at the moment my art is pretty much pulled directly from my emotional state so...

Note: Chicken here is smoking with a vape. Vaping is good. And these smoke rings were referenced from life, hah!