How many times has someone said to to you "I wish I could just chill and relax all day >LIKE YOU< and not need to worry about work!"...while you watch that person have a full life where chores are a blip in the system, they have hobbies, attend parties, maybe even have pets and loved ones to spend time with, and stable income?

How many times have you wanted to cave their face in with power of thousand suns?

What they miss is that our lives can become VERY small. Not only do we have less hours per day, but still would need to fill those hours with so much. Afterall, food, clean home, hygiene all are tasks that "should" be done every day. Your life starts to revolve around those tasks that seem small to others.

They don't see the many things falling wayside...being supressed, discarded, shamefully forgotten. Lost.

I know I am lucky to still be able to do art most days (maybe 4 days a week). This is my ray of sunshine, my respite, my very self expressed and I get to scratch that itch for creativity every week some way. But, I also know how crushing it is to be without it. At my worst, I couldn't do art anymore. And nowdays when I feel the urge but can't, it sends me deep into the fear that - what if the last time I made art was THE last time? What if the creativity doesn't come back after I supress it to take care of the everyday things? What if...

That fear is hard to shake off.
This week it took me days to shake it off and ignite the fire again. That's why I made this comic, and even tried some new coloring types in it (I have a massive headache while doing this so, not sure how successfull I was with it).

I wish I could bottle that fear and make those ignorant asshats to drink it.
They don't know how hard a disabled life is. How small it is. And how devastating it is to need to give things away to survive.

But they should.

Thank you for reading my comic, and I'll be back in two weeks time.
-Milo