I moved in with some relatives almost a good month ago now. I am out of the toxic environment created by my parents (not that my parents were toxic people, just that we are chemicals that do not safely mix) and into one that is more aware and accepting of depression and anxiety, and I'm finally learning how to drive. My friend back home has agreed to be my penpal, friends from other states have agreed to visit, and I'm already meeting some fellow weaboo nerds here, too. I also share a dog--the most patient, tender, fluffy Labrador mix in the world--with my aunt, which is even better for anxiety than I assumed. I can walk effortlessly to any handful of locations right from my front door so I no longer end up trapped at home for days at a time.
It's not perfect. We can't afford internet at home, I'm not used to this kind of weather, the library is small and I've been getting nightmares about people back home, but it's a good place for me to be. And having no internet is good for the times when I need to just force myself to draw or write something--not so good when I hit a research snag, but I think overall it'll be good. The hard part is I was really looking forward to using Skype from here.
Anyway! That was for the people emotionally invested in my well-being. I'm okay. I've taken up oil painting and I think I'm pretty good at it, so you'll be seeing the results of that in approximately 5,000 years when the paintings dry--original stuff, not fanart! Plenty of digital fanart to come.
Also, I'm gonna need to start making money for myself. If I started selling prints and doing commissions, who among you would be interested?