http://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/toasheswefall/work-in-progress
Done in acrylic paints on sketchbook
About three years ago, my parents got separated, which for a twelve year old is utterly devastating. In my mind, them not being able to make it work was a clear sign that love didn't exist in the world. I started to spiral into depression and would get panic attacks on a regular basis. I lost my faith and most of my friends, and felt very alone. My cats (Pixie and Nikita) helped me through it. I knew that I could talk to them and they wouldn't judge me or pity me and it was through that (ranting to my cats) that I began to realize that it was okay to feel bad and it was okay to be hurt, but that I needed to tell my mom what I was feeling. It is probably thanks to them that I am still around today.