*shows up to fic 6 months late with Starbucks, a revamped profile, and a couple of existential crisises*
Oh man. Ooooh man. You will not believe the shit that has happened.
First off, I'm so grateful to come back to so many supportive reviews and comments. A few kind souls sent me pms, and I'm so so so indebted to you all. People like you are the reason I write.
On a serious note, here I am, six months later, a couple of states away from where I grew up, with a whole lot of crap off my chest. I've had a lot of really bad bouts with mental illness these past few months (depression and psychosis ain't fun y'all, especially not both at the same time, and oh let's throw crippling anxiety and executive dysfunction on top of that ISN'T THIS FUN) but I'm finally coming out on top, I think. I'm throwing myself back into writing, because I've really missed this like I'd miss my right arm. I'm sad to see that some of my favorite people in the community have left, but hey, that's what happens when you drop off the face of the earth for a few months, I guess.
Anyway, as you've probably gathered, I based this fic off of my brother and I. As of right now, I don't have any contact with him or any of our family, for his sake and mine. Will that affect the story? Who knows. Let's find out.
Anyway. It's 5 AM while I'm writing this because I decided to pull up this profile on a whim and got hit in the chest with nostalgia. If you want the full story of what happened, feel free to pm me. I can't promise it'll be cheerful, but hey, c'est la vie.
I'll update this soon! But the next chapter IS IN PROGRESS!