I promise that I won't let myself get torn down, because I've built this community over the years, and I don't want to lose it. Also, if I need a hiatus time to work on things I'll make an anounce about it, not remain in silence.

I don't promise speed, but I do promise MY quality, I promise my humor, I promise stories that are both kinky and funny. More than anything...

Today, I feel a little better, but I know I owe a lot of explaining, and I hope this little journal explains a little of the storm that's been raging in my head these past few months. For now, I'm going to make changes in my lifestyle, social habits, and, of course, artistic ones.

I revisited some drawings I didn't quite like, and after clearing my head, I finally figured out why I didn't like them... it wasn't me, it was someone trying to imitate colors that didn't belong to me or match me.

I had to detox from everything for a while, practice occasionally so I wouldn't lose my style, delete so many WIPs I hadn't touched in years (I only kept the ones I was going to finish), and, above all, clear my desktop and mind of everything I could.

I played for hours to avoid thinking about my situation, endless scrolling, short days. I isolated myself because I knew I had pending projects and commissions, but I couldn't be online because I felt I owed explanations. I isolated myself from everyone... I was in a terrible state.