Health Update (Patreon)

When you have comically large breasts, it's hard to be sad. You end up feeling more ridiculous than sad which makes you sadder. 

So along with my eye issues this month, I also had an extreme case of depression. I was out of my anxiety meds and I spiraled a bit. Not good. If you follow me on my personal twitter (https://twitter.com/unnamed3d1) you probably got a feel for things. I'm doing better now, and I'm back on my anxiety meds and a strict regimen for keeping my spirits up. 

My eye is doing better and the doc cleared me as good to go. Just gotta finish the med routine of whatever's left. Eye drops and pills. So that's good. Only minor scarring this time that should heal somewhat through the year. 

I am alittle upset that because of this I'm behind on the month for art, but I'm not beating myself up over it. Just gotta get back to arting and I should see a healthy amount of pieces done before the month's over. Not like last month, but still a healthy amount of art. 

Growth on my social sites has stagnated from lack of posts while sick. This means lack of growth on patreon which hurts when trying to keep on bills. That's okay, again, not gonna beat myself up over that. I needed to rest and you can't exactly rest an eye while looking at monitors. 

My personal twitter has been made private mostly to help me keep a tight community there (and really only join if you're super interested in my personal thoughts that are probably a bore/awful/sucky and should've stayed in my head.) There's also something somewhat nice that did happen in my life recently. I'm finally buying S cup prosthetics thanks to encouragement from my significant other. Well... more like I had donors through ko-fi come in and give me the gift of cash to specifically spend on S cup prosthetics for myself. Technically... it was a grow drive for myself. Neat. So I'm happy with that. 

So the tl;dr is that I'm better, I'm back to making art, please understand that I may not push as much stuff as last month before the month is over, I'm getting boobs, and my significant other is a fucking gem for just being like, "go get yourself some boobs."