So life has decided to throw a flash bang and then beat the figurative crap out of me lately. There's been some good things, but as is typical of life, it comes at a price. I've been dealing with extremely toxic family members that I can't be rid of who have caused an unbelievable amount of stress and misery in my life (and my parents' lives too). Beyond that, I've been basically all alone. I've had nobody to talk to or hang out with, and the person(s) I've needed the most who can actually keep me grounded, have buried themselves in business. Which is a mix of necessity and choice both, so it can't be fully helped. Bloody sucks for me, though.

On top of this, my (actual medical) chronic depression has been hitting me extremely hard this year, and normally I'd be able to handle it, but as of late, I haven't been able to do such a good job of it. Social anxiety has chained me down, and the depression is slowly wrenching me apart, bit by bit. I feel like I'm chained up in the dark, watching everyone walking in the daylight around me. Users and abusers smiling at me as broken promises and helping hands run away from me while I desperately am trying to reach out for one.

SO. There's the story of this piece. I'll be trying to color it in soon. Ideally at least the body, and I'll work on the "room" afterward. I have a direction in mind.

Marked general because there's no actual gore or blood or anything. I assume that's okay? I've seen wing tears and stuff all over, so I assume it's fine.