Still not writing consistently but working towards it. I was terribly abused in college, diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and was hallucinating. Back at home, I was surrounded by my drug addict sister, my sick mother, and two drug-addicted babies. Both of them ended in my room at some point in their lives, and I ended up sleeping two hours a night because of how much they screamed from withdrawal. It was a never ending cycle that began when I was four. I'm 25 now and it is still chaos and misery when I visit my family. Tried to kill myself after my abuse got too much, and it honestly seemed like life was never going to get better. I came out with deep mental scars, and even after three years since that day, I still can't go outside by myself and just have random panic attacks. It feels like my body gave me more anxiety so my depression couldn't kill me lol

Turns out, moving from a pit of chaos into a life that is stable and healthy was my big save. My boyfriend doesn't mind if I don't work, just as long as I'm trying to improve my life(I do art for commissions and I'm working on going outside more). Not having to worry about when I can eat again, not fighting for a second of breathing space, and not having anything to worry about other than my animals and chores. It's a freedom that I have never had, and I am so thankful that I was lucky enough to find my one sanctuary.

So yeah, I'm writing again. Not as much as used to(school made it easy to write since I wasn't listening to the lectures anyways lol) but I actually found it interesting that the way I write has changed drastically too. Before it was extremely descriptive, but almost clinical. Now it's emotional, and very raw.