

Comic I made a year ago
Something about social anxiety. I think the art holds up still and represents how I was feeling well


Something about social anxiety. I think the art holds up still and represents how I was feeling well
i think im gonna throw away the last pic because i like the rats better here and it feels more 'right'. there is nothing more fun than sitting in bed and all my rats swarming me lol i feel bad i use past art like 'stickers' sometimes.
the sewing was supposed to be about sewing a world to cover myself in but i tried more 'sleep' symbols... and then deleted all of it for the rats. i think im still just grieving my rats and with current events I panic about not being able to provide for my current rats who I know won't ever be here as long as I need them to be.
After battling chronic stress and 6 mental conditions, after working so hard for a big scholarship, I got the email today that I didn’t even get past the first stage. As someone who has always based their worth on academics, I thought maybe I could get the voice in my head to quiet down if I proved that I could do it. I thought maybe I could prove I was worth something.
But now I now I’m worth nothing. My pain, my effort, my existence, none of it means a damn thing to anyone.
I think I just got scammed out of ~43 hours of work and I feel like absolute shit!
I really need to vent because I don’t even know how to process this right now.
Over the past couple weeks, I’ve been working with this client who commissioned multiple pieces from me; one for $600, one for $250, and one for $100.
He said his company only does payroll on Fridays, so he’d pay me then. But at the same time, he kept saying the quicker I finished the illustrations, the better, because he could order more work from me.
I foolishly believed him and kept working without getting a single penny.
I fully completed the $100 piece, did the sketch for the $600 one, and started working on the $250 piece. Altogether it’s been around 40+ hours of work.
Today is Friday.
Now suddenly there’s “an issue with payroll” and no payment.
When I told him I’d pause work until I get paid, he basically disappeared. He used to reply instantly before.
I feel so stupid. I know I was naive. I saw the red flags, but I desperately needed the money, so I let myself believe in his sweet lies.
Please don’t tell me I should’ve known better, I already know. I’m already frustrated and honestly crying while writing this. I just need to get this out for a bit.
I really needed that money (I’m literally in debt right now) and now I’m sitting here realizing I might have just worked for free for almost two weeks.
I don’t even know if I should wait a bit longer or just accept that I got scammed.
Has anyone else dealt with something like this? How did you handle it?
I just feel really defeated right now.
there’s no rhyme or reason.
I burned the poetry to keep warm, and I ate my sense to stay alive
the house behind the trees will remain a bad dream. and the family that never existed will be forgotten.
don’t worry all pills were expired or *discontinued* in my routine
Hi there 🫶🏽 I’m a spiritual Intuitve artist that creates works with themes of nature and metaphysical beauty. I have Crohn’s disease, fibromyalgia, and a permanent ileostomy that I named Charlotte Marie. I’m a mixed media artist that also dabbles with digital art. I’d love to have more chronically ill artist mutuals as well! 🌸
A drawing of high mountains and a lonely house in the middle of a hill.
I’m confused as to why depression makes me dislike or find it hard to do things I used to really enjoy. Sometimes I even feel afraid to do them, and I don’t know why. And I haven’t found anything else that can replace the joy I get from drawing. I don’t have the motivation to do anything. So, I think this is a good achievement because at least today I managed to finish drawing something.