Well, I haven't been around for a while, have I?
Primarily because I had one hell of a year, and not for any particularly good reason - a lot of things took the wind out of me and I found myself unable to write, draw, or really create in general. I kept speaking of things I was going to write and do and it just never happened. I didn't really feel it.
So, I suppose an explanation is in order. Not so much because I owe one, but because I know I have been neglecting my dA account as of late.
The past few years have been especially hard for me, as someone who suffers from a variety of depressive disorders/issues, many of you know I'm recovering from self harm, a suicide attempt, and various other breakdowns -right now I can go about a week without trying to harm myself, and I'm lucky if I can function as a human being for three days without wanting to break-down.
This was exacerbated by not only the deaths of both my Granddad, very recently, but the deaths of family friends, and a few friends of mine. I also went through an excessively hard and painful break-up, from which I am still recovering. My Granddad was an amazing man, a truly amazing man - I did not appreciate this fully till he was gone. I myself have nearly died about 3 times in the past year, mostly from complications in my diabetes.
His name was Jack and he was probably one of the better things to happen to me, but he was also abusive and I put up with so much crap from him, thinking I deserved it. Which, evidently, is not the case. But that was how I felt.
He was Irish, and I miss his voice the most. The way he said my name was especially nice. I miss the crinkles in his eyes, and the dimple in his smile. I don't miss his alcoholism and abuse. But, I do miss him. Which is twisted and ironic, but also very hard for me.
Other than that, I've been failing at college, my health is dwindling, and I'm fairly sure my kidneys are fucked now.
But it isn't all doom and gloom. Over the past few years I've come out to my family as bisexual, and genderqueer (which is a thing like being transgender but basically I like being androgynous and fucking with gender. People stare. It's fun). My family are all brilliant and supportive, which is all I can ask of them. Furthermore, I've met some incredibly nice people through my cosplay community, and my blog, and these people are important to me. Although I've lost a lot of people, I've gained a lot, and I'm trying to focus upon the positives more than anything.
And, though I have been saying this for months, years, now, I am actually working on ideas.
I've a few ideas for webcomics I'd like to illustrate - which means I need to get back into drawing. I'm also writing again, and I have a few short story ideas. And, whats more, I'm working (well, I will be working) upon an indie horror game, which may or may not get done - so keep an eye out. I'm slowly recovering, slowly getting back into the momentum of things.
I've also become something of a recluse, but I'm slowly coming out of my shell. Over the years of social anxiety I have discovered many beautiful books, many beautiful games, and a lot of beautiful people.
I'm hoping things will look up from here.