theodusa

To the one person on my Friend's List who may or may not realize that this person was among those who hurt me six years ago, I want to tell you that I hold no ill will toward you or the others. I merely must get these confessions off my chest, even if no one reads them but me. To this end, the particulars will not be made public. Drawing once was what I lived for. It made me happy and it gave me the one thing I'd always wanted: friends. In October 2006, I left Wichita for the International Academy of Design and Technology. I went for many reasons. My mother was smothering me at nineteen. And yes, I wanted to learn to draw better. Most of all

I think there are a few reasons I haven't really felt like sharing (what little I do) my drawings over the past few years. A few years ago, I returned from a (much needed) reprieve in hospital (the mental variety) and found that a post I well-loved here on the Internets had been revoked. It was as a moderator on a forum. I thought that surely it was because of my hiatus. These were my friends. The people I'd believed in so much that it led me to a 2-year stay in Florida in pursuit of a degree in Computer Animation. The people that I fancied loved me for exactly who I was: a nerdy, geeky, somewhat awkward creative mind. My friends returned my

Took a long hiatus there because things have not been going well for me lately. It seems I'm not very good at maintaining much if I'm depressed and art was probably the first thing to go. I don't even remember any more. My daughter is now two and a half and she is a little behind so far. We have her in the state program for assisting and she's making strides, especially in communication. My husband and I will be celebrating our first wedding anniversary in just over a week.