comic for therapy; exaggerated but emotionally honest. Obvs inspired by charles schulz and a pinch of bill watterson.
I have a lot of appreciation for the work I do but I cant help but feel hallow about it all in conjunction with several years of self-isolating and a crushingly low sense esteem. My imagination's been hampered a skosh.
might say something about my condition that I hesitated a while to post this anywhere out of fear of any small amount of public vulnerability.