Isaac’s rules regarding our Mean Girls clique within the “It’s a Wonderful Life” cast took a sudden turn for the worse.
November 11th, 2014
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November 10th, 2014
This kind of pleading is incredibly manipulative, but sometimes what I know I should say and what my sad, desperate brain is screaming at me are incredibly at odds. Sometimes the only way to get the lying, cloying voice to be silent is to give it a voice, even if just for a few moments.
November 9th, 2014
The last time I tried medication to help me with my struggles, the results were less than inspiring.
I’m hopeful that this time I can find some relief without side effects that can cause the cure to be worse than the disease.
November 8th, 2014
Even as an extrovert, I need my moments of peace. My life and my living situation make those few and far between.
Escaping from moments where I am happy means that it’s time for things to change. Things will change.
November 7th, 2014
This was an incredibly hard day in an incredibly hard week, but this moment of levity between me and some of my favorite people is exactly the way I want to remember it.
Which I suppose is obvious, since I wouldn’t have written a comic about it if I didn’t.
But I just want to acknowledge how sometimes this comic captures the hard moments from a good day and other times it captures the good moments from a hard one.
November 6th, 2014
This isn’t fiction: The protagonist’s actions are not assumed to be correct or commendable. I am not advocating my behavior, simply documenting it.
November 5th, 2014
Blackwell’s on 41st Avenue in Portland, Oregon.
November 4th, 2014
I am alive.
November 3rd, 2014
When I get an eye exam, I want to tell the optometrist that I can see better, even when I can’t based on the inflection I hear in their voice. I can tell when they want it to be better, so I don’t want to disappoint them.
I do the same thing with therapists sometimes. A good one can see me doing it and call me out. A bad one will just act like a cheerleader and tell me how well I’m doing.
November 2nd, 2014
I crave connection with an audience, which is hard to do with a total of 10 minutes on stage and no time spent directly interacting with them.
What do I do about that? Well, I don’t know yet.
I do know that Defunkt Theatre’s production of “In the Forest She Grew Fangs” was pretty fantastic, though. I have some nitpicks and Katie brought up some interesting critiques of the narrative, but I was thoroughly moved and impressed.