Yesterday was 24 hour comic day. Last year I didn’t participate because I had a major depressive episode, and was convinced people would hate me more than they already do when they saw I was mentally ill, even to such a mild extent.

This year, the same thing happened. I don’t know why it worked out that way. But since it happens so often I guess the probability of it happening again was pretty high. But this year, I decided not to let that stop me. And to be honest, as soon as I started sketching all this out, I felt much better. It was therapeutic. So here you go, readers; more insight into my life than you or I ever wanted you to know! (Don’t worry, it gets less depressive in future pages.)