So putting my absence into perspective and why I am on here almost every day lately..
Last fall i moved in with my boyfriend. At that time I moved in with my cat and dog (i also have a horse). I have had my cat for almost 6 years. He was one of two friends I had during the darkest and worst time of my life and he was always there for me. I don't care what people say about cats not caring, but he did. I rescued him when he was 6 weeks old. his litter had been abandoned and he was the ugly one no one wanted (and then grew up to be quite a handsome fellow). He always had a sense of when something was wrong, even when I wasn't home. And I always knew when he was in trouble (he had gotten himself into some situations during his lifetime that left me with a weird feeling..i just knew. I'd get a call about it from my mom not 5 minutes later). So he was everything to me. My baby, my first big responsibility, my first best friend. In January this year, I rekindled my friendship with the other friend of mine during my darkest years and about a week later I lost my cat. I had gotten a massive migraine all of a sudden at work and had to leave early. I went straight to bed when i got home. The next morning i couldnt find my cat. I looked around but not hard. I figured he was in my boyfriends and mine roommates room (the door was closed) so i figured I'd wait till the roommate was awake and he could look in his room. The roommate said he wasnt in that room and my boyfriend found my baby dead under our bed. He was bloody so we had him autopsied and the vet said he bite a cord and electrocuted himself. For those who dont know...a cats body is weird when electrocuted. he didnt die instantly. yes his mouth and throat were burnt badly, but they go into a type of shock in which over the course of an hour their lungs fill with fluid and they suffocate. You have to catch the animal and get it to the vet within the first 10 minutes in order to save them. There was no way he wouldve survived, but finding him stiff and lifeless like that is something i will never forget. I was lost. it took the help of my two best friends and my boyfriend to keep me going. I was barely going, but i was at least doing what i had to do every day. It shook everything in me and I still hurt and cry over his loss. That part of my heart that he took will never come back and I know that. So it took about 4 months for me to start getting a full nights rest and not cry myself to sleep every night. I lost my artistic muse. everything was gone. My boyfriend and I adopted a special needs kitten about a month after my cat died. I decided to start working with a cat rescue and I couldnt turn away this kitten. No one wanted him due to his issues. And having another cat around helped, but it of course wont be the same bond as I had with my cat. which is okay. Anyway, so about 3 months later, I had a person die. Now for my job, i assist elderly people in their homes and some of them come to feel like family. which is what this one old lady was like. she had cancer and was the kindest person i worked with. she became family to me over the 6 months i saw her almost every day. she passed in her sleep one night and they called me to let me know. Which i of course was extremely sad. I took a couple days to mourn but it wasnt to the extend of my cat. 3 more months pass and my best friend who i knew struggled with depression..i knew he was going through a rough time..killed himself. I thought he ALWAYS texted or called when something was wrong. I had been so busy lately that I hadnt been able to see him or talk much...and one day he came up missing. his family asked if he was with me. He wasnt. 3 days later, he was found dead. he had shot himself with a shotgun. I lost one of my two best human friends...someone i considered a brother...ontop of my cat. I was yet again devastated. i had known him almost as long as i had had my cat. I am still devastated even after a few months passed and still visit his grave often. I also have an uncle with cancer and a cousin who is in rehab due to a bad alcohol addiction that has almost cost her life many times. This year has been extremely rough and I still feel like I barely get by most days. Now I am in school. I am more motivated than Ive ever been. I dont know if my subconscious is trying to force me to live and make up for the terrible last half of the year or if Im truly motivated like an adult should be. I am working on projects for school as well as my own stuff. I keep myself so busy that I am just so exhausted every day by the time i go to bed. I work myself to the point of passing out at night and dreading waking up. So I decided to try to get back into deviantart for real this time. to experience art again without my cat. to try to find again the artist in myself. school helps, but keeping artistically social also helps. Ive been really happy to be back and to see the art everyone i follow puts out. I dont plan to be away anymore. I wish this site was as social as it was back when i first became a member in middle school, but that's okay. I hope to see more of you guys and if you read all of this, thank you! if you didn't that's also okay XD i understand. this is just a rant and it doesnt pertain to you. Not really a rant..but a crappy story of my life this year. Whys it matter to you? I get it
and that's no problem. either way, i think everyone can relate to my experiences. And as a person who suffers from anxiety and depression, many other people can understand how i feel..and i can understand how they feel. and just understanding can bring people together. I look forward to experiencing art again and i hope that you can experience the art i put out as well. whether it's for a class or if it's one of my personal works. I want people to experience MY work.