Another of my diary comics, which I will eventually collect in a book as I make more. A few that I decide to share, I will post online. Others will be book exclusive.

This comic was incredibly uncomfortable to make, both because of the hand-lettering and the subject matter. Dealing with depression or really any mental illness can be very isolating, and the ways we try to keep our brains from caving in can sometimes be rather cruel with regards to the overall messages we tell ourselves. I’m often too cruel.

I’m glad though that I could make this. Art has always been there, as a way to face those feelings and fears and intrusive ideas, to let you as an artist funnel all the pain and emotions you feel into the horror on the page and hurt neither yourself nor another. If people aren’t allowed, whether legally or socially or both, to create freely, well, that’s one more outlet blocked off, one more therapy thrown out. It may seem silly to some….and yet…

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These comics are based on experiences and thoughts I’ve had regarding life, and its many struggles, including those of gender, sex, mental illness, and everything in between. As a result, the language is often blunt, aggressive, shocking, and sometimes painful; similarly, my humor is often dry, self-deprecating, and dark. I write the way I speak and definitely the way I speak to myself which is not often nice.

While some things may be embellished, simplified, or exaggerated for the comic medium, there is always a truth to them for that snapshot of time.

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Clip Studio Paint | 1 Aug 2018