Alright, I don't like mingling my home life with my art life, to me, art here and on other art websites is purely professional, so I don't rant or anything like that here, but I guess I have to now, since my personal life is interfering in my art one so much I cannot just sit and say I'm taking a temporary leave.
I have issues with verbal abuse here in my house, my family is very awful to me and I'm bullied to the point I take blanket sheets to create a canopy around my top bunk bed to avoid them 24/7. It doesn't help, but it makes me feel safe. That is why I am gone so much, often I am punished harshly and severely for small acts, having my laptop and phone taken away so much to the point I practically don't own them. My mother says she does this because they bring me the most happiness, talking to friends and drawing, so she's taking them away for that reason. I cannot see or talk or hear from my boyfriend or my best friend, and it pushes me deeper into depression every day.
My mother has been trying to take me to counselling to frame me for bipolar disorder to behavioral dysfunctions to the point I'd cry out Munchausen Syndrome. However, all my counselors I've seen that have talked to me say I'm perfectly normal. It is the fact of my family that causes my anxiety, distress, and depression.
During a fight, my mother threatened me, so I ran to my boyfriend's house for help, leaving a note of my departure. She called the police on me anyway for "running away" and I was faced with an officer asking me what went wrong. I tried to explain my depression to her, and she said to get over it. Which if you know should not be said to a depressed person. Officer of the year award there.
So know I have to go to court and they will either send me to juvy or jail or let me go, which is very unlikely since no one has ever listened to me when I have asked for help because I am a teenager, female, and people think it is merely adolescent drama, trusting my mother's words over mine. But right now, that's not the pressing issues.
Being away from any sort of help even though crying out for it has been tough, and I self-harmed about a week or two ago, I wanted someone to see and help me perhaps, perhaps I wanted something to focus on to stop crying, or I just wanted to die, I don't know really. But I promised my boyfriend I wouldn't do it ever again. Because the next time I was upset, I wanted to do it again. It was something I was not going to get into, so I stopped. And I will continue to do so since I keep to my promises. But because of all these ordeals, I never get the chance to draw, and when I do, I can't. I have no love or inspiration for it because If my family is angry they will simply tear it to pieces if they feel like it. I wonder what's the point to drawing if no one will appreciate or see my art. Not to mention I can't get online long enough to stay active on my accounts. I was going to this summer, a summer of art, but now my things will be taken away for all of summer, because my mother knows I enjoy doing things with friends and drawing in the summer, so she took those things away.
I'll survive without help like I always seem to end up doing, but these are the true reasons why I leave here so much. I am as dedicated to art as ever on the inside, but while my psyche and environment is like this, it may not appear so. I'm sorry I disappointed everyone here and on my Instagram for lack of art, I hope things will be different once I am of legal independent age. I'm sorry everyone.