I'm writing this some five hours before the date ticks over, right before I take a nap and try to sleep through some of these fireworks before all hell breaks loose over here - but let's not beat around the bush here, 2025 sucked ass.

Even if I personally got off relatively okay (most productive year since moving out somehow art-wise, first year of going no contact with my ex {thank fuck}), between the general, rapidly degrading state of the world and having to watch friends struggle with everything from personal turmoil to grave health issues and having several impending deaths in the family to look forward to in the coming year or two... I've developed crippling bouts of depression and my sleep schedule has deteriorated so badly that it's almost gone full circle back into something normal for my timezone, and honestly? I'm just trying the best I can anymore. Reaching out to friends, making sure we can all keep the lights on with what I can give, even if life has gotten so expensive that I'm not left with enough to finance a week's worth of groceries for myself by the end of the month, after all the bills are paid and all the normal shopping is done, even after drastically cutting back on financial support for fellow artists as it is - it's also why I haven't commissioned anyone lately. Part of me is tempted to open up for a few commissions in 2026, but I honestly don't trust myself enough to keep a steady workflow and guarantee a reasonable turnaround time; the last I want to do is leave people feeling scammed.

I'm hoping for a better year this time around, at any rate. Sure, there's nothing to indicate that it will be, but giving in to desperation preemptively never helped anyone. Frankly, it's taken more to take me out for good in the past, and I'm not planning to deviate from that track record now.

Txa þyrinæja txa washaryja leds golqjeþåneq; noren minskajo.
Neither the world nor the gods will save us; only we ourselves will.