
I want to do right by you. Yes, you.

I want to do right by you. Yes, you.

When I was talking about the comic before I launched it, this is what I intended to use it for: To give myself context. To turn my messy life into a neat and tidy narrative that moved from my childhood to the adult I have become.
But that’s not how life works. Even if it is how biopics work.

She knows me a little too well sometimes.

I’ve always felt like book stores contain all the mysteries of the universe. And maybe they do.

In June of 2014, I had what was not my first and certainly not my last suicidal period. Things were incredibly difficult, but with some help, I made it through. If you need help, it’s out there. Please, go find it. And if you can’t (and you know how to reach me), you can ask me and I’ll find it for you.
Don’t give up. Please.

A lot of his opinion also boiled down to believing that Schulz’s knowledge of the human condition gave him an insight that didn’t require him to have first hand knowledge of Depression or any other neurological issues. He acknowledged Schulz was neurotic (he was essentially agoraphobic in his later years), but seemed to have a view of mental illness that lacked nuance and was, in my opinion, harmful.
Hijacking his panel to challenge his understanding of mental illness didn’t seem productive, though. I still wonder if I made the right decision by backing down.

I’m not saying that sleep is a cure for everything, but … well … it’s a cure for everything.
But I still kind of hate it.

Yes, I stole a Simpsons joke.

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.

Happy Valentine’s Day