You know how, sometimes, life happens, and it puts the rest of it into perspective? Depression at 15 from heavy bullying, burnout at 38, adrenal dysfunction thought to be chronic fatigue at 39. Everything, since my 15 years of age, makes sense now. So I've decided that the only viable option left is to reach for the dreams and make something out of my creativity. Anything else will repeat the cycle of chronic stress/depression I got out of after over 20 years. 20 years of anxiety, afraid to be myself, to express myself, ignoring my worth. Maybe this is what I should make this page about, in between story and art updates: the quest for *better*. I've believed since I was a kid I wouldn't live long past 40. Well, I'm 40 going on 41. If now isn't the time to reboot my life, I don't know when it will be.