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.

I debated on sharing these or keeping them eventually book exclusive; however, I feel they need to be shared because right now I’m going through a bad mental health time and it used to be that when I did, I could use art to purge feelings through art utterly divorced from myself and my morality and then share that art with others who understood the basics of how art and catharsis worked and we all benefited: people got art and I had an outlet for emotions. Now though with the way things are I am suffocating under the weight of emotions and feelings and crippled mental health because there’s nowhere for it to go and I know I’m not alone. Other artists are suffocating too. Man cannot live on sugar-y sweet uplifting art alone…

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These comics will be 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. I am hard on myself both as a protective measure (life can’t hurt you if you beat it to the punch) and as a result of my mental issues. As a result, the language is and often will be 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 EX | Sept 2017 (posted 7 Apr 2018)