BE STRONG PHELCER

is known for converting The Isle, Primal Carnage and ARK models for XPS, and I already gave her credit on most of my deviantations. She became inactive for a long time and I realized something was really wrong. Everything she told me was that she had a terrible accident, but I could never imagine that, for her, such accident was "felt" beyond the physical world.

If you did not get the point, here is part of her newest journal:

"I've finally found my way to the DeviantArt. After everything that's happened.

I received a lot, A LOT of messages from people who found me on other forums or even got my e-mail address. Some of mails were concerned, some were cheering, some were annoyed. I understand it all perfectly. 

It's easier to run from things, but I guess it's time for me to return with the explanation. I do this with a heavy heart and poor english, but I'll try.

Some of you may already know that I've ran into very, very bad accident.  Well, rather to say, the accident ran into me. Or even drove its way.

The car crash.

Me and my two friends were on our weekend trip when the drunk driver on the jeep came out of nowhere and literally slammed us into a wall.  My friend, who was driving our car, had no time to react. He died instantly there. Other one has passed away later in the hospital without regaining consciousness.  

I should have died that day too. I wished I did. But I didn't.

My heavy injuries and broken body left me partially disabled. Broken ribs,, burned lungs, shattered bones, concussion, blood loss, and much more. Everything hurts. Even the parts of me that I did know existed. But worst of all was something you'd call survivor's guilt.  Which caused deep depression.  We weren't such close friends, just met on various occasions, but... still... why?  It haunts me every day. I find no motivation to wake up every morning or to do something. I refused to eat, couldn't sleep.  Pathetic. They say I was lucky to survive. Whatever.

I've spent almost the whole summer in the hospitals in other town not seeing friends or family. Just me in the gypsum cocoon, alone with my thoughts, and the doctors with their syringes and beeping devices and drop counters. I had a few surgeries, tons of various procedures, injections and stuff like that. Sometimes someone would bring me a phone with the internet. Though wi-fi was strictly filtered. Even DA was blocked. So I did read some news, some e-mails.. Most of them were left unaswered.  I came to the point I was too afraid to open my mailbox, so I just stopped reading.
Only about a week ago I was transferred home for the rest of rehabilitation. I still have to visit doctor daily (or doctor visits me if I'm feeling bad which happens every now and then), but he says I'm recovering quite fast. Hell, I can already walk. Barely. Jumping on one leg with the crutches.  But that's progress. At least my head's working. They say I'll fully recover by the spring. Maybe."

When I realized she was back, it gave me happiness. But after reading part of what I showed you... my hapiness turned into sadness. I can not imagine myself on a situation like this (HECK! SHE WISHED SHE WAS DEAD! DEAD!) and when I read that one of her friends died instantly, I almost jumped! It was almost a jumpscare for me (and I scared my father, that was working in the computer next to the one I was using).

Please guys, make a similar deviantation with the same title and the same tags! SHE NEEDS US!