I was drawing and creating art in one form or another since I can remember, which for me doesn't begin until five years old. In my early teens, I fell off the habit in favor of spending more time in a fake rock n' roll band (it's true, we were called "Scythe.") That was also the period of time when anxiety and depression became unwanted friends, although I wouldn't be formally diagnosed until much later in my adult life. 

After more ups and downs than I can count, I was trying every mindfulness practice, calming technique, and breathing pattern I could find. One day, a rather impetuous voice in the back of my mind decided to remind me, "Hey, headcase! Remember when you use to draw? Remember when you used to make stuff that you could look at and be proud of? Why not give that a go?"

So I did.

I'd love to say I'm doing this as my fulltime job and passion, but it's not the case...at least not yet. Right now, anything earned from here is helping to pay down medical debt. I'm not writing this to throw a pity party for me and my family, and I know there are others far worse off, but this is our reality. Both our sons have Autism Spectrum Disorder. My youngest was recently diagnosed with Pandas on top of that. Sadly, not nearly as cute as the name implies. It refers to a condition where kids get Strep, then instead of going away fully, part of it moved into his brain and lives there now causing flares that cause his personality to flip from happy to angry and scared all the time. Myself, it seems like I watched "House M.D." too much and developed an assortment of conditions from various seasons. Currently, the menu of diagnosis contains Fibromyalgia, Chronic Pain Syndrome (for which I have a Spinal Cord Stimulator attached to dampen the nerve pain,) Raynaud's Syndrome (which was a new one to me,) and a host of mental issues that had me put into a Mental Health Triage Facility for a few days. My wife is no slouch either, with an everchanging list of allergies that have sent her to the ER numerous times by ambulance.

Like I said, medical bills.

One day, it won't be this way. I have hope for this, but we all have to deal with the present as it is, and that's the way it is. Anything you buy from here is uncontrollably appreciated. You can imagine the profit going directly to an anesthesiologist from a previous surgery or the Fire Department, whose ambulance we relied on multiple times.

I hope you're all happy and doing well. I hope if you do buy something, it meets or exceeds your expectations. Lastly, to quote Tyler Joseph from Twenty One Pilots, "At the risk of feeling dumb, check in, it's not worth the risk of losing a friend."