Blugh. Sorry again.

Okay so long story short. The anxiety's done and gone for the most part, or at least the physical attacks are. But my mother's recently been diagnosed with dementia and I'm having an intense trauma response to it while trying to process all the emotions that come with it, especially seeing as this has always been one of my worst fears. My mother has pills to help slow it down, and it was caught sort of early, so that's good. But on top of that I'm trying to remember why I love to write so I can go hardcore at it again like I did with the first story, just churning out like 10 chapters in 2-3 months. I miss that kind of ethic so much, and I miss giving everyone who's waiting more content. And I miss telling Fear's story. Especially because I have more I want to tell.

Thank you all for bearing with me, for those who see this and care.