Goodbye For Now, Patreon

It was June of 2015 when I started my Patreon. I was 24 and a trainwreck. The previous year I'd injured my right shoulder and was in pain all the time, which had severely limited my ability to draw or do anything else. Doctors had basically decided I was lying or attention seeking, because, you know, woman (and "too young" to have pain or a real injury). I had terrible anxiety, made worse by the medical neglect and a bad run-in with an antidepressant that left me with PTSD. With no work history, constant pain and frequent panic attacks, a "real job" was, at that time, out of the question. Patreon was hope that I could finally scrape together some kind of income, for the first time in my life.

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