So I don't know if this is something I've ever mentioned here... I can't recall so I figured I should mention it for anyone who wonders why I've essentially died. This is the abridged non-emotional version lol
In 2009 or so I found myself(for lack of better term) afflicted with a condition/disease. It took two years to find out what it was, and it's called Polymyositis. It's a pretty nasty thing, I would describe it as lyme disease combined with rheumatoid arthritis. From what I understand(little is known about it really) the more I do the more it eats away at my muscles and such.. I recover very slowly from almost anything. If I do 100% damage to myself every day, I would say the most I could recover is about 95% of it eventually. So I'm really just...very literally falling apart lol. For years I didn't work and just kinda...wasted away really. I decided I needed to change my life and try to feel like a worthwhile human being...so I moved to Texas to live with someone and found a job. I've had a job for about a year now, and while I don't work many hours, it takes a lot out of me.
So with that in mind, my work is very limited. I do collaborations with
EyesLikeMorphine on adoptables and such, but that's about it. Every so often I may post something new, but until I can balance out recovery time and work...I'm gonna just continue to be a ghost.