For years and years I was down and out. My stress reached a point where everything felt like it was slipping away and I ended up finally having a breakdown in which I could function with basic thoughts and movements. I seemed fine except I had no interests pursued. I had no interest in working, I literally did nothing for several months except bare minimum. After that I was forced to start doing stuff, but it was years before I returned to full on interest in anything.
It was a horrid time and the recovery will likely prove to be horrible as well, however during that time i learned what I wanted to do. And I began working toward it. I am now on the road to recovery, working toward my goal and attempting to do what I enjoy again beyond the career I am seeking.
I have a great many friends I will never be able to thank fully for all the aid, support and encouragement I have received. They have kept me off the streets, they have kept me moving forward. They are the kind of people everyone wants to know but few deserve. I hope to be there for them as they have been for me.
As part of my road, drawing has opened its arms to me once again. I hope to submit many, many things to my dA this year. Wish me luck!