"Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine that one day I would paint a picture of hot Bowser for official material, announced by Miyamoto himself. 😭 I laughed so hard in disbelief while painting, you have no idea lol"

If anyone at all has read this far, I just wanted to say that I am sorry that I am awkward and reserved. I need time to open up to someone and it is really hard for me to trust. I am sorry.

I hope this helps to explain why I am like I am.

- S

I do not know why I am writing any of this, but I think it might be because I struggle to make social connections and it makes me lonely. Meeting people and have them ask me what I do for a living is like getting stabbed in the heart, as I do not have a real income or a job. Only shame.

emotional scars and PTSD. I can't easily just "go" do things, people scare me, some sounds and smells still terrify me and brings me right back to those events. At some point I was so depressed I tried to kill myself, if it was not for a friend who checked up on me I would no longer be here.

I don't remember much after that, but I can still remember pain and confusion.

I was in my early-mid 20's the first time I told anyone about it, and I was in my mid 20's before I told anyone in my family. I still feel ashamed, I feel guilty and deeply broken.

All of this has left me with deep