OK, sorry guys, but I kinda need a break. I don't know. I don't know what the hell is going on in my life.
It would be really, fantastically wonderful if just ONE doctor could value my health and sanity, and actually discuss treatment with me. Instead of fucking laughing.
But this is England, where preserving a young woman's (unwanted) fertility is more important than saving any other aspects of her life... I'm just a potential future baby-making machine, that's all these doctors care about. Forget the rest of my health - I might wanna baybeeeee one day!!!1111!!! Isn't that obviously the most important thing that any woman might want in life?! It would be TRAGIC if she never got to try it!
Can't afford to go private, though. Those prices are huge. It's so disheartening and embarrassing, having no option but to keep begging the NHS for help, month after month.
I'm trying very hard not to think suicidal thoughts now. Please put commissions, promised art and other stuff on standby... this is really not a time I can focus on any of that. Sorry. .__. I will attempt to draw still, as a good distraction, but I cannot guarantee anything.
I really hope this can be resolved, and then I'll be the happiest woman in the world! And looking forward to being "back", and finally normal again. Until then... bye. Thank you, all you fabulous artists who have supported me.