I apologize to my readers for not updating my stories or posting them on Ao3 like promised. I had a tragedy that uprooted my life. I lost someone very precious & dear to me. To be frank I became almost an empty husk so much so I became so ill a few times I ended up in hospital due to malnutrition & dehydration. I wasn't taking very good care of myself. I took care of my furbabies but that was it. I even went over a year not taking to anyone. It took a friend to suggest that I might need to get help, how I acted like them when they were depressed. I did reach out and received help, I have been diagnosed with ptsd & panic attacks. I lost many interests including writing & haven't written anything since 2015/2016. My mind never quit, but my hand refused to write. I'm trying to get back into writing but it's very hard & a struggle. I ask that my readers know that I plan on continuing my stories & maybe write other stories, but at the moment I'm trying just to start writing again. It is so very hard to write this, it feels so wrong to even write this, so very foreign, that's the stage I'm am at the moment. The last thing I ever wrote were 2 poems, one right after the incident & the other for someone I knew died for their funereal.