I make psychological horror comics... to express how I feel.

In spite of my fragile health, it's not the covid that almost killed me. It's the lockdown.

I lost all my friends at least 3 times, because they were too scared of the police's punishments to even meet in a park, even though it was allowed. It's a human right.

All social services were taken away when I needed support more than ever.

I couldn't even soothe my loneliness by seeing servers in my favorite restaurant.

My needs and freedom were taken away... "for my own good". The cruellest actions are done with blind self rightousness. Forced love is just assault.

I've been bedridden all alone for more than a decade. Mere survival is not a life. I endured crimes enough to fear going out, but hiding in fear isn't living.

I want to live while I still can.

Healthy people have an extremely high chance of surviving covid. I am one of the fragile people the rules were made for. Stop protecting me! My health is my responsability. I know how to heal, I just need to take care of my vital needs. The lockdown made it harder, many lost their jobs and starved to death. To save me? Let me die. To save them? That arrogance killed them.

I long to see a smile. I long to have a life worth living.