If you've been following my social medias, this is pretty old news. It seems like this blog is just chronicling my downward mental spiral, but I feel I've found the bottom (or at least a pretty deep pit). I had a nervous breakdown earlier this week due to frustration with my current living/employment circumstances, the happenings during will stay just between me, some close friends and my therapist. I spent 6 hours in the emergency room and spoke to a mental health specialist at 2am. Now that my head is a bit clearer, I kinda feel sorry for the poor bastard for making him come out that late. He wasn't qualified to diagnose but brought up the possibilities of some form of schizophrenia-adjacent disorder and/or unresolved trauma. I feel the latter assumption was probably already apparent to people who read this godforsaken webcomic.
Right now I'm completely exhausted. I'm losing my voice and my patience. I'm very easily irritated and semi-locked myself in my room. I'll see if I can get ch8 out sometime in August but it's best I don't push myself too hard right now while my brain is soup. I hope your week has been better than mine.