To the person who sent me a tf valentine...
-"your art is marvellous and you're so lovely, I hope only good things come to you from now on."
Thank you so much. You're very lovely too and I hope things are a well as they can be for you. I'm sorry I haven't been posting much since January, too much started piling on my plate and choosing to not overwork myself wasn't an easy one. Extra bad on me for forgetting to post my decision up here though.
A lot of things have been taken care of in the meantime. The three dogs in our care finally got to go to the vets after far too long without and they're now all up to date and a few issues sorted out. The smallest, a dachshund badly needed dental work and ended up needing ten teeth, his incisors, pulled. He's doing much better now,
My current string of nightmares has ended, no more waking up with an aching chest and slippage back into old stay-in-bed-to-avoid-shit habits. Go me! Had a strange sort of not-quite-zombie apocalypse dream last night, full of survival horror stuff. (a weird blend of zombification and turning people into dolls/puppets by an invading supernatural people/demons?) But thanks to the fact that in that sort of dream I can run, prepare and even fight back means I don't consider it nightmare material. *shrug*
I'm getting better at talking about myself and being social. Been processing a lot of internal shit that's built up over the years and finding our just how many masks I've been wearing and how deeply they've gone. And because of that, discovering how neurodivergent I truly am and accepting that of myself. Hadn't realized how much of my normal passing habits were actually deep-rooted internalized lessons that were actively, passively, or self taught behaviors that were harming me in the cost it took to maintain. Which tl;dr means that I'm "more autistic" now. But, i'm more aware of my limits, where I do "function" really well, how to communicate when I lose words, and that my losing words is alright and that fighting through is just about the worst thing I can do to myself for that.
Financially things have gotten better. Not in the long run, since it was a one time thing of life insurance coming through. But's it's why the dogs finally got to go to the vets. I need to go through my posts and see what all I've mentioned about the situation, before I talk about it again.
But yeah, things have been looking up. So thanks, and I hope I can get some art up soon. I do plan on making March an art piece-a-day in lieu of January not working out, but no promises.
Originally posted at my dreamwidth account.
Thank you so much. You're very lovely too and I hope things are a well as they can be for you. I'm sorry I haven't been posting much since January, too much started piling on my plate and choosing to not overwork myself wasn't an easy one. Extra bad on me for forgetting to post my decision up here though.
A lot of things have been taken care of in the meantime. The three dogs in our care finally got to go to the vets after far too long without and they're now all up to date and a few issues sorted out. The smallest, a dachshund badly needed dental work and ended up needing ten teeth, his incisors, pulled. He's doing much better now,
My current string of nightmares has ended, no more waking up with an aching chest and slippage back into old stay-in-bed-to-avoid-shit habits. Go me! Had a strange sort of not-quite-zombie apocalypse dream last night, full of survival horror stuff. (a weird blend of zombification and turning people into dolls/puppets by an invading supernatural people/demons?) But thanks to the fact that in that sort of dream I can run, prepare and even fight back means I don't consider it nightmare material. *shrug*
I'm getting better at talking about myself and being social. Been processing a lot of internal shit that's built up over the years and finding our just how many masks I've been wearing and how deeply they've gone. And because of that, discovering how neurodivergent I truly am and accepting that of myself. Hadn't realized how much of my normal passing habits were actually deep-rooted internalized lessons that were actively, passively, or self taught behaviors that were harming me in the cost it took to maintain. Which tl;dr means that I'm "more autistic" now. But, i'm more aware of my limits, where I do "function" really well, how to communicate when I lose words, and that my losing words is alright and that fighting through is just about the worst thing I can do to myself for that.
Financially things have gotten better. Not in the long run, since it was a one time thing of life insurance coming through. But's it's why the dogs finally got to go to the vets. I need to go through my posts and see what all I've mentioned about the situation, before I talk about it again.
But yeah, things have been looking up. So thanks, and I hope I can get some art up soon. I do plan on making March an art piece-a-day in lieu of January not working out, but no promises.
Originally posted at my dreamwidth account.