Hello, readers.
I know it's been a terribly long time since this story was updated. Considering the love shown to this fic, it's so bad that I haven't produced new content for you all. But...I figured I should at least give you guys an update. I may have mentioned before how I suffer from depression.
In September of 2016, I tried to kill myself twice in the space of two days. I'm lucky that my Mum sleeps downstairs because of the dogs, or she would have found me in the kitchen when it was too late.
My family took me to the hospital, where I spent the night. I was then set up with a therapist, and have been attending sessions ever since. My medication has been changed time and time again, but my current prescription seems to be keeping me sane.
That is one of many reasons why I haven't updated. The others are that I still struggle with nightmares of those two nights, and battle severe depression and anxiety all day, every day, 365 days of the year. I also struggle to type because, due to my medication/anxiety, my hands shake constantly.
But I'm still here. And I'm holding it together for now. Recently I've been rewatching the odd episode or two of Avatar, and I've been unable to stop thinking about this story.
And so, I'm rewriting this story. Completely. It'll not be rushed, with the Zuko whump toned down so as to give neglected characters some of the spotlight. It'll maintain an M rating from the start, and will be published as a new fic, entitled:
The Jasmine Dragon.
It'll go through Katara finding Zuko in his Uncle's teashop, and approaching him instead of running. It'll end with the events of the Book 2 finale, running as a slow burn romance/drama, and the events of Book 3 will be explored in a sequel fic, entitled:
Road to Redemption.
These titles are subject to change, but will be something along those lines. I sincerely apologize for thethe lack of updates, and hope to reconnect with you all soon, when The Jasmine Dragon is published. Fighting Free will stay up for those who still enjoy reading.
Thank you for your time, and remember- if you're suffering, please reach out. I can tell you all that suicide isn't the answer.
Best Wishes,
Your Author,
Annabelle Gatehouse.
(I made it to age 20, somehow.)