Well... yeah... where to start.
As much as I was hoping that 2026 would finally be a year in which everything calms down after a long while and a certain routine would take place again... the direct opposite has been the case.

January and February were fully marked by a huge depression paired with lovesickness - or rather the other way around. I don't want to imagine what would've happened if I would've felt this way a single day longer. But with a lot of help - talking, listening, doing something together - I was somewhat able to crawl out of that hole for the most part. It wasn't even that long ago.

But fate wouldn't wait long for its next slap - my job.

I had a talk with my bosses on the 20th of February about working-hours and salary. They dumped my salary by a lot more than it was promised to me about 3 years ago. Also, with no more work in my beloved notary in sight, I had to do "small tasks" like typing a dictate in the law-sector. I'm someone who can't stand any type of conflict in the slightest, therefore being appointed to this kind of stuff on a regular basis just couldn't work out for me. So I decided to slowly get started with project "Move out", which I planned for maybe October.

Right after that talk I had with my bosses, my head wasn't able to grasp this decision. I had to take the weekend for me and called in sick on the next monday. My doctor then took me out of work for a whole week, which I reported to my senior-boss. He then replied to me "From your colleagues: Thanks for nothing.".

As I always have been the one working my frickin' ass off for my job, this message was just too much for me. We've always been short-staffed, especially as my notary was still working, but now, with literally nothing to do at work, my "dear" 2 colleagues are thanking me like that? No way. My only response was, that my dear colleagues can think about what they'll do once I'm gone (which in my head was still planned for October) and that I at least now know the true faces of everyone.

Lets just say that in the very second I sent this response to my boss... my mothers genes as an avenging angel were kicking in. I sat down and immediately wrote applications for other jobs. But not in my direct surrounding, no. I wanted to show them that I can do more, even if they don't know it yet. I applied to 5 jobs in bavaria, close to Munich. Close to the alps. I immediately was invited to 2 job interviews - one at a notary, one at the court. Of course I immediately travelled down and prepared the termination for my current job, so that my parents can give it to my bosses while I'm in Bavaria, hoping for something to work out.

And what should I say? Right after the first interview... I got the job at the notary.

In the meantime, my bosses also seem to have come to the conclusion, that it would be better to fire me and keep the pensioner thats just costing them a horrendous amount of money monthly. "Because she did so much for the office, we don't want to fire her" they said to me once.

Nonetheless, right after that, my parents gave my bosses -my- termination. Knowing, that they were still planning with me for the entirety of April, but now with legitemate 0 days and me being gone after March, was at least a small act of revenge I got. Though I still don't feel satisfied to be honest.

But with all that, within less than a week, my life flipped in all directions at the same time. Now I'm starting in April in the notary down in Bavaria, leaving parents, family, local friends and everything I knew so far - and with that everything bad that gathered in my life - behind. I now have the "last" 2,5 weeks with my parents and all. After that, I'm almost fully a bavarian citizen. A dream coming true, being very close to friends, having the mountains in sight and maybe being able to begin a fully new chapter of >Me<.

All that will take time. A lot. Finding a space to live in first of all. Moving my stuff from Schleswig-Holstein (the north of germany) down to the entire other end of germany will be an act of god. Getting used to everything new... poor little me would never be able to do all that by himself. But I don't have to... and after feeling completely lonely and unloved during said depressive phase, I can cry just by thinking about how wrong this feeling was.

But on this note a "moral of the story" that I already mentioned over on BSky for everone reading this: Don't let your work, good as it may seems, become your whole being. It will never be worth it - you're replacable. Keep a healthy distance to everything work-related. Don't trust the ones that are "above you" and always keep trust in the friends you made along the way. True friends will always be there for you, for as long as its in their might. They'll lift you up as you lifted them up. Listen to what they think, what they say to you, because they never want to see you suffer more than you do already.

Art-related this all means: I don't know how much I'll be able to draw in the near future. But I'm trying to be able to!