These are the quick, daily comics I am doing to capture life as it happens.
I suppose a little more context is in order: My family doesn’t know everything about my life or the way I conduct my relationships, so there’s some anxiety that the people close to me will be rejected by them.
But when I left Ohio, I had to explain to my family that I couldn’t live my life in a way that would make them happy. That I had to live in a way that would make me happy. And so I have. And so I do.
I love them. Dearly. But I have to live this life of mine my way.
That feeling when you’re halfway through with an illustration and realize you screwed up and have to start from scratch.
I do try to learn from myself.
Anxiety blows.
Stupid fights are not worth it.
I think she likes me or something.
I should maybe get out more.
I’m not exactly an expert negotiator.
I have been doing a lot of work on my own and it’s time to get some help again. I’m not sure how exactly yet (given my access to care and income), but I am afraid I’m past the point where I have much of a choice.
I really am.