Let me tell you something about myself
I've been unwell for a long time I have lifelong clinical depression along with paranoid personality disorder The medication works, but it also severely disrupts my art process. When I stop taking my meds, it gets worse. I close up in myself. I won't pick up the phone or open my inbox for weeks or, when it gets really bad – months.
I love my work so very much I have the best job I could ever wish for. I feel truly blessed that I can use my talent to make people happy.
And it terrifies me to no end when I fall ill again. I feel so ashamed when my depression, paranoia, and the resulting negligence makes people hate me.
I am so very sorry. If I’ve ever let you down, ceased contact out of no reason, or haven’t replied at all, please know that the illness had its hand in this behavior.