Rie--Rie

I don't even draw anymore. My career had taken over my life to the point I'm barely able to recuperate. I just went back to my previous employer to get my work/life balance back. I just bought a certified pre-owned car which is doing a lot of justice because I can take my dogs to the park and go to the gym. My finances are hitting me hard because of the sudden transition and I took a slight pay cut with the hopes it's just temporary. I only come on to check for notifications which are usually people liking or commenting on really old stuff. I MAY try to get back into drawing and commissions as soon as my mental health improves.

TLDR~ I'm rarely on. If you see this and look at my stuff, it's old.

Hi all,

Sorry for being inactive. I'm now a media coordinator for a HUGE game launch and have been keeping organization between all partners and the client. My bandwidth is taken up for awhile.

On top of that... I BOUGHT A HOUSE! I sign on Wednesday.

If you must know, if you've been friends with me for YEARS, I've actually been dealing with a lot with my mother. Things are not any better. She has used me for my money, and I gave her just about a new kitchen. She holds off on everything to cater to her new "boy toy" who makes me straight up uncomfortable, and she borrows large sums of money because she can't keep up with bills. She's costing me major bucks with a dumpster that we need for the flooring.

She's PISSED about me moving, and the reason why is because she wants to use my funds. She wants to keep me around for the money. I make a decent living wage. I can support myself, so I bought a mobile home. The housing market is hella nuts and so that I assumed is my cheapest option. I paid a fair amount, paying it off, and sticking it on a permanent lot. When I find my permanent residence, I will rent it out.

She is trying to sabotage this moving process, by trying to make me spend money, thinking I won't have enough for the down payment. I do. I just need to get a washer and dryer, and some vinyl to fix the skirt. I had the money from savings for the washer and dryer, considering HER flooring is on MY credit, but now I have to wait 2 fucking weeks in order to purchase a washer and dryer.

My family is giving me trouble because they don't want me to move. They are complaining because they said I'm moving to a trailer park, when I should have instead bought a house. First and foremost, the housing market is absolutely insane. Second, renting it could be an investment for me, and if I need to come back to Indiana, I have a HOUSE to come back to.

My job is based in New York, and the office is beginning to open back up. I am permanently remote, but I would LOVE to meet my team face-to-face. They're amazing people and they truly want me to succeed. I started this job helping out on my FIRST media proposal... now, I'm coordinating the campaign. It's an amazing experience, and I couldn't ask for better guidance from my team. There are only five of us, but they know what they're doing, and I've learned so much.

On top of that, I met someone who is amazing. Sadly, he just went home for tonight, but he's helping me settle into my new home. I've been dating him for a month now, and he's just as geeky awkward as I am, but he's sweet. My dog and cat love him.

I'm making a transition out of the hell I've been through and I feel like this last step will have me thriving. I'm grateful to have the support of my friends, coworkers, and [coming soon] boyfriend (we agreed to wait until I move and settle in). I have amazing people who have helped me grow to this point. They're more of family to me than my own. And I'm sad to say I've really put them through a lot. A few months ago, I thought I was not going to have a job. The temp service at my last job gave me until March 26th and replaced me with a foreign employee (not fair to me, and totally not fair to that employee either, I hope they've picked up what I taught my peers since I held up print at that job). I was insanely lucky that my VP and boss found me. They (my entire team) saw potential in me, and have been great coaches. They have been my family the past two months and really kept me on my feet.

But during the time of transition, it was so sudden, and my Mom was on her bullshit per usual. It was too overwhelming. I got away for a weekend at a friend's house, and it was like tranquility. Peace and quiet. She allowed me to heal. But when I went home... it got so much worse. I was self harming before, but it got really bad. My friends saw me fall into a deep depression and reach a point of suicide. I was weighing them down, especially the person I promised I wouldn't give up on. I was so ready to give up that if I did, I would have left him. He's one of my best friends. I couldn't do that, and I promised to help him get out of his mess. I left everyone at that point to work on getting better.

Needless to say, I'm almost better. I'm almost out of the hell. I may need to go into therapy again, I've been restricted from it. But... honestly, for once in my life, I feel positive about the future. I feel like I'm starting over and it feels so damn frightening, but also rewarding.