TL;DR
I will stop drawing & posting & working on the comic on Patreon, Social Media, comic Apps like Webtoon, Tapas, etc, to take a mental health break.
I deactivated my personal twitter account
This hiatus may be short, maybe until a completely different era of my life, maybe forever. I can't say anything yet.
The Patreon tiers all dissolved; Y'all should be un-pledged, and re-pledging is super optional.
I promise the ELK tier Goodie Mail for 2024 will still be sent ONE DAY right after I can do it, but I will not offer that kind of gift mailing in the future again.
So the situation is: I am unable to work. Not in any employment form (even though this whole saga might end up with me having to look for a day job one day, to un-learn my fear of humans and see some competences in me?) and sadly, also not in what I deemed my "dream job." Making Comics is not just drawing; many tasks are challenging for a healthy one-person show with a sound support system. But I have neither. I am sadly the most unsuited person for this job and lifestlye.
I always thought, "I can't ever quit comics/art because my love for my stories and characters will always drive me." That my creativity, my talent, whatever?? would always rescue me from giving up. But the reality is, I have experienced it often enough already that the stressors surrounding a project paralyze me too much to even continue it without major meltdowns. There is no raw willpower or anything left to glue anything back together.
When I was burning hot for something, I was productive. Some said, amazingly fast and in a good flow. But there is a reason everything that is not a short story is not finished or got rebooted. "Goldfisch" is the one exception, but I also had a significant crisis during that project, and if it weren't for a publisher's contract, I would probably not have finished that either, cause I just cried and suffered through making it and don't even wanna see anything about it anymore. Like, most things I did, I can't even feel relieved or proud about. It makes me so, so sad that this is my legacy: A bunch of scattered comic bits and the reputation to never finish anything. Believe me, it's not because I'm simply bored or lack discipline, I just can't.
As my psychiatrist puts it, "I don't believe your passion and creativity are gone, but you are simply still too sick."
I can only give this quote as a means of hope that I can recover and return cause listening to my own beliefs does not see that. It's funny, cause all of these health providers are talking of "later" and "when you feel better", and this time simply never comes, and I wanna scream in their faces: "NOTHING CAN SAVE ME, why do you try to give me this fake ass hope"
I was just in a mental hospital precisely one year ago. I forced myself to believe, "That must be enough; you need to get back up in 2024; it is the year to catch up". I even took it easy, like everyone told me to. I did not expect too much from me. But I couldn't even do the LITTLE. I just suffered. I cannot do anything. Everything failed.
Then everyone is telling me that what I'm doing is no "real rest." All the time I wasted trying and stressing.
I really had a tiny bit of hope getting released from the ward last time. But everything got downhill from bad. The antidepressant I got sedated me for most of the day. I slept 16 hours, and when awake, I was still too apathetic to draw or think; the acne medication I needed (for my hopeless acne that made me even more depressed) also made my mood and tiredness worse. My muscles and joints hurt for 7 months, very severely, and sadly, after stopping the medication, I am still in so much physical pain and stiffness that I can't even be relieved about a bit better skin. The social anxiety does not even care how I look to be disgusted for others by myself.
I cannot continue to draw on my Cintiq or even type much cause I can't lift my arm. I tried to brute force through it with a daily drawing challenge in December but then spent Christmas on the floor sobbing, cause I really might have damaged something in my arm to be in so much pain, even when I holdit still, and it still does hurt until now. Why don't I see a doctor? Anxiety & depression as well ...
Also, Family issues fucked me more than I thought. Especially with my mother (her Alzheimer's diagnosis, how everything is only about her) and her toxicity, which reached my breaking point and childhood emotions I could not cope well with. She does not care, she does not understand, that threating me with HER suicide since ever but refusing help, makes me not only helpless but also extra worthless. You don't even wanna be in my life?? While I try so hard to please you? But I need to keep my smile together to not stress anyone out while breaking apart more and more? I am trying to go no contact rn, but again, I am feeling sick to my stomach and guilty about that, even if it feels like I need to save my life first.
Anxiety about my (lack of) income grew obviously too, cause AI yadda-yadda, there's no more prominent social media platform where I would feel comfortable showing my shit, cause what am I but a negativity-canon?? and the feeling like every mutual abandoned me (good for them tho) cause I'm repeating myself and am beyond help.
Generally growing very paranoid and fearful of everything.
Last time, Tapas tried to sneak me into a scummy continuation contract I'm not okay with, webtoon decreased monetization options a lot (not news), I am too scared to sell on conventions, and the thing I tried to do this year, set up my online store, also didn't work, because I'm just ... not able to do anything. Overwhelmed in every apect.
And worst, I can't even draw. Too depressed, too anxious, my brain telling me that it's too bad to be made, I messed up too much anyway, I cannot concentrate, I am too slow to get anywhere, what a horrible person I am, and it's displayed in the content, that I cannot afford to pour my heart into any art or story cause people are out to get me and shredder my love and personality to pieces and I cannot survive the grief.
I know I'm too sensitive, but 2-3 comments from idiots years ago still make me want to vanish from the Earth, and I don't know how to tell myself that I can regain confidence and stability and overlook actors of bad faith.
My old therapist suggested never engaging with my readers at all if it makes me so vulnerable, but... I'm even scared of that; how ungrateful and delusional, and what a wrong turn this could take. Imagine selling books and not even knowing a little bit if people feel scammed and betrayed.
Like, I wanna make people happy and entertain them and connect. But right now, I feel isolated and lonely and don't trust myself. Ialsodeactivated my ramble twitter because of that. I just don't know how to do it; I'm so desperate and ashamed and guilty, I cannot take it.
In autumn, when my primary therapy ended after about 3 years, my healthcare provider promised to get me a disability assistant cause I qualified for that aid program with household organization, crisis intervention, and social strengthening because of the severity of my dysfunction.
But they kinda left me hanging for way longer than announced, and now they told me they don't know when a worker will be free. There was a lot of trust damage with different people done recently and feeling forgotten throws me into hella loop ... So the short "therapist unsupervised" period of a few months made everything a lot worse for me as well.
I mostly spiral on my private Twitter like the immature child that I am, where mostly no one reacts, cause I know no one can handle my unfiltered thoughts anyway, even tough people tell me "talk to me directly". But I can't. I keep it together as good as I can, cause if I bombard someone with how broken I really am... I don'tknow how good should come from that. The anticipation of being rejected in need is not worth risking it for me. I wish I could connect in need, I wish I could channel suicidal thoughts better, but it's just always messy.
But so because of a well-fare-check, about my texts, a friend of mine called in, the police were at my place last week, and cause I didn't pass the "you're not a danger to yourself?' check, they brought me to the next closed psych ward, which was a very, very bad place.
I feel like I have even more touch-aversion and trust issues now.
Thankfully I was allowed to go on the second day ... But they increased the anxiety medication my psychiatrist gave me anyway. Which calms me down a bit when I'm about to lose my mind, but I'm also drowsy and walk like a drunk person; I talk and think very slowly and never know where anything is. Rn there is not even thinking of drawing a comic.
There is just general confusion in me, so please keep that in mind for this text, as I make even less sense when I talk when distressed.
Anyway, for now, I'll be back in in-house psychiatric units. Hopefully, I will be going through several switches, depending on availability and my own stability. But according to the information, it's gonna be longer than my other clinic stays, which were about two months each. But I'm scared ... That it's the worng decision again, that it won't help. That I'm just stuck somewhere and losing my mind, with no way out.
So ... obviously, that means it's kinda over.
I mean, with posting stuff for you, and we know that I did a horrible job at that anyway the past year. I'm just so sorry and sad about that.
But on the other hand, it's the only chance to ever get back to a spot where I can draw a bit. Cause I'm so over it rn, that my other option is worse, and never return, so trying is the better option (depending on how much one dislikes me ...) I guess it's a delusion, but I always feeel some people cheering for my actual death, cause they think it's what I deserve for being such a pussy, who can't even draw a fucking POPULAR comic without constant breakdowns.
Okay, sorry, I need to get to the point.
Cause what I actually wanted to say is:
Right now, I don't wanna draw anymore at all. Thatis so sad and scary to me, I'm just empty inside. I don't wanna do anything, I give up. I'm tired,
I cannot do it anymore.
This is not funny to say for me; it feels like I'm ripped apart, and I'm bawling right now that I have to abandon my stories and characters. Not for the first time, but for the first time with uncertainty about whether I can even come back. I hope so. I wish so much??? But I cannot listen to my gut. It's just despair.
I cannot give a time, a place; I just can say I need to be gone for a chance to see you again.
What will happen?
It would be the fairest thing to delete or pause my Patreon. I know that.
After allof this, I still need to be greedy, and I also feel guilty for that.
Pls keep in mind that I have been on "unpaid sick leave" for almost 2 years now.
Patreon is my only income, and if I'm also broke-broke, the mental recovery will get even more complex.
But also, please don't feel obliged to stay when you know there will probably not be much in return. Occasionally I might post something?? But who knows? Probably, maybe not.
Actually, I have started so many sketches and stuff for Crush3d!! crumbs, I started nsfw artwork sketches, but I simply could not get ANYTHING to a coherent look, so I could post it. Even more frustrating waste of energy, for nothing to see the light of day.
I also don't have the time and focus to re-organize tiers by hand. So I will try to make something easy, where I just delete all the tier levels, meaning you get
kicked out, and if, for some crazy hope in your heart, you still wanna support me and wait for me to come back (that I cannot promise), you can re-pledge any (little) amount. And I made all the posts avlaible for members, I think.
What happens to Elk tier/ goodie Mail?
So ... the goodie Mail for 2024 is still due. everyone who
qualified for it is on the beneficial list, even if I never do anything else again. I will try to care for that when I can and recover some essential stability. Please be patient with me. I will try to send you (maybe just one) a really special gift. I wanna try to get a plush or doll or fancy Standee something produced, but IDK if possible yet T_T. Not with my state of mind anyway.
But also, this will be the last goodie mail ever, no matter if I return to Patreon or not. Handling these got harder and harder for me, and I felt just like finishing the mailings from LAST year when, suddenly, the latest year was due again. I can't take it anymore. I wish it was easier, but I'm just crying over the stress, it's too hard for me.
So, and lastly, thank you. I know this was a confusing, whiney post; I don't even know if I was able to say what I wanted. I'm really....on drugs and messed up rn, but this is my last chance to write this. I spent the half day on it and lost sense
Thank you, thank you. I will never forget your niceness and generosity.
Thank you so so much for all the years of support, for believing in me when I could not, and for...just reading my stuff or leaving comments. It meant the world to me. I still caan't beleive when someone tells me, something I did touched them profoundly, changed them, or helped them or something.
Man I really wish I was healthier ... to really continue that? to get somewhere? Crying crying crying, But I hope no one is dragged down by this. Please be better, forget me or something, I am sorry for disappointing you, and I am sorry for making you angry or annoyed cause I can't deliver what's normal for others, I wish I was different.
good bye or farewell.
Yaa
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