I don't normally mark my comics as Mature, just because I don't feel like the realities of mental health should be censored but I feel like this one had too much in it for me to not mark it.
It's been almost three years since I left... Mother's day will have just passed when this is posted. I haven't spoken to her since I left. It's definitely a good riddance thing. I'm better off without either of them, but I still see so much of them in me. Sometimes I'll wonder if I'll ever move on when all I see are the sum of their two parts in the mirror.
I know life gets better. I've seen it. I know I still have so much more to give to this world... But sometimes you have to look back to see how far you've come. And it stings to see everything I needed to go through.
At the end of the day, I'm alive. And that's all that matters.
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This is a story about my life, small snippets of what I deem funny, or important, or worthwhile. I'm someone who's mentally ill, queer, disabled, and dealing with a world very much not designed for people like me. I hope you stick around to hear my story. I hope you enjoy the insights I have to offer.
Afterall, this is a story about how the world has hurt me, and a story of how love convinced me to keep going despite it all.
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