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For those of you who thought I'd died, nope I was just ninjaing it for a year. This wasn't a planned hiatus, more of a funk which I'm coming out of now, it seems.
I haven't done anything particularly exciting, but my hypo-thyroidism has been very difficult, especially for the past year. It's a condition where my thyroid doesn't tell my other hormones to produce enough of well, anything. My medication has different effects for people, but for me, it hasn't done a world of good- despite my proactive approach to really focus on my health and eat better and attempt to exercise regularly. I have been riddled with migraines and mood swings, not to mention the horror it has done to my already terrible menstrual cycle.
In other words, I've been sick. And I won't get better, this is a lifelong thing that I will have until the day I die. But despite that grim outlook, I'm hopeful. I recently got a job, and I am looking to move to Colorado, where my family is. Being so isolated has made me lonely and I think that my family will be a wonderful support system.
Also my beloved cat and faithful trouble-maker fell ill a about two months ago, and during that time I was so focused on getting her better I neglected my own health. She wasn't given a good prognosis, but she kicked ass and is now, I'm pleased to say, almost back to being her usual self. Along with that, my brother moved out of our place about seven months ago, and we haven't been separated since birth. So I've been busy trying to coordinate when I'll move back with him.
I feel very guilty about not uploading a single piece of art, because I have been drawing and writing, and whatnot. So I will be uploading some very cool things soon. I've been trying to improve my style, and even though I haven't done as much as I have in the past, I am trying to focus on drawing, writing, my health, and enjoying life as much as I can.
I haven't done anything particularly exciting, but my hypo-thyroidism has been very difficult, especially for the past year. It's a condition where my thyroid doesn't tell my other hormones to produce enough of well, anything. My medication has different effects for people, but for me, it hasn't done a world of good- despite my proactive approach to really focus on my health and eat better and attempt to exercise regularly. I have been riddled with migraines and mood swings, not to mention the horror it has done to my already terrible menstrual cycle.
In other words, I've been sick. And I won't get better, this is a lifelong thing that I will have until the day I die. But despite that grim outlook, I'm hopeful. I recently got a job, and I am looking to move to Colorado, where my family is. Being so isolated has made me lonely and I think that my family will be a wonderful support system.
Also my beloved cat and faithful trouble-maker fell ill a about two months ago, and during that time I was so focused on getting her better I neglected my own health. She wasn't given a good prognosis, but she kicked ass and is now, I'm pleased to say, almost back to being her usual self. Along with that, my brother moved out of our place about seven months ago, and we haven't been separated since birth. So I've been busy trying to coordinate when I'll move back with him.
I feel very guilty about not uploading a single piece of art, because I have been drawing and writing, and whatnot. So I will be uploading some very cool things soon. I've been trying to improve my style, and even though I haven't done as much as I have in the past, I am trying to focus on drawing, writing, my health, and enjoying life as much as I can.
Just No Dude . . . no.
So a few days ago it was my moms birthday. We went to celebrate last night, and I decided to get dressed up. Like, the works: I looked like a goddamn goddess, right? My hair was curled, makeup was flawless, skinny jeans, heels, cute top, jewelry. And I felt ready to tackle the fucking world, right?
But apparently the fates decreed 'not today'. After dinner I went to buy some smokes, and I was tired and just wanted to go in and get out. BUT NO!!
I was checked out.
And not in the "oh someone who is attractive and has a soul, I notice you" type way, NOOOOO, it was the "ooh look she has a vagina, tits, and ass" way.
Finding My Art again.
So long story short: a long time ago in a land where reality sucked, I began to draw how I wanted my life to be.
Years later, I'd improved my own style and was confident enough to post them on DA. I was so nervous no one would like my art I would only hand pick my favorite pieces to be on my page.
Through encouragement (love ya Mykelle ~awesomenessbringdr (https://www.deviantart.com/awesomenessbringdr)) and persuasion, I ended up posting everything I had (that hadn't been destroyed in the flood in our house) on DA and I made a few improvements and friends along the way.
But then, an EVIL darkness called unemployment made my family move 8 times in 6 years. I lo
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Copied: I thought this would be something fun to do as part of the DA community. So many Oc's tucked away behind all the glorious fanart. But I want to see the oc's too. ^^
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1. For the first 10 people who comment on this journal, I will feature one of their characters and comment on my choice. (I will go to your gallery and pick one character, you don't need to tell me which one)
2. If you comment, please do the same in your journal, and put me in the first feature slot. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone!
Since I'm a basic bitch the jist of this shindig
The waves of Moe.
So I have decided that moving is a form of torture.
First of all, why anyone would trust me with precious irreplaceable things that are extremely old and fragile is a mystery to me.
Next, picking up 40+ lbs of shit being crammed into a box? OW, my back! Not to mention the bottoms fall out and crush my precious toes. I never appreciated them, but now I do. Between stubbing them on boxes, dropping boxes on them, and the never ending danger of falling with a huge box, it's enough to worry me- and my toes.
Not to mention getting rid of precious things that are associated with fond memories. I mean, my heartstrings are a l
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