Hey y’all

The past 2 weeks have been absolute shit for me, and I was at possibly the lowest point I’ve been in my life so far.

I was getting shit thrown at me by my parents constantly, my dad yelled at me and made me feel unsafe in his house, and on top of that I was under pressure to complete assignments for the end of the year, and that was all in the first week alone. There were several occasions where my spirit and health inside were all but crushed, and on top of that no one that I was having issues with understood why I was feeling this way, and had no idea that they had truly hurt me. At some point I had the idea to start something like this, and made a little progress, but as the weekend arrived, like usual, I stopped and it got buried under everything else.

By the second week I thought things were recovering, but then in what might have been the biggest blow in all of this, a friend of mine who I deeply trusted, cared for, loved (platonically), and in some cases relied on to help me through things suddenly stopped talking to me entirely, without saying anything. One day we were talking like normal, the next he was gone. As of writing this I haven’t heard from them in over a week, and have lost all hope in his return (and prefer that he didn’t because honestly fuck him), and the resulting damage to my health motivated me to finish this.

Originally the drawing was just Eagel crying, however I later decided to add Doggo angrily crying as well to represent the cycle of my emotions during all this. The betrayal I’ve experienced from my parents and from my “friend” had left me in a cycle where my mind would be filled with angry, irrational thoughts of wanting to do things that I would never act on in reality like what Doggo is experiencing there, before shifting to just a depressive state (the one Eagel is in there) with only thoughts of self deprecation and a desire to rid myself of all this, but no matter what, I’d always just shut down, distract myself, and remain in that same cycle for days.

A week after all this had occurred, I’ve made amends with my parents, and I’m doing much better (I’m actually sort of struggling to explain this as I’m not experiencing the same emotion that I was before) but I still wanted to finish this, as drawing it did truly help in that recovery. To finally express myself in a way that wasn’t just wanting to yell at those I was mad at, to distract myself from just feeling down and still do something productive. Through drawing this and talking with those who understand the pain and heartbreak that I’ve felt these past 2 weeks, it’s helped me recover and come to terms with it all.

To those who took the time to read all of this: Thank you, and just know that whenever you’re at a low point, there’s always going to be light at the end of the tunnel, but the only way to reach the light is to make an effort to reach it.

To those who were just looking at the art:
This came out amazing and I’m really proud of it, and I hope you like it too.

That’s all for now, and I’ll get back to working on what I originally was soon (it might take a few more days)

See ya!
-YourLocalNoob