Dang. You pretty much nailed it again, Clay. She’s pretty self aware, acknowledging the reality of her illness. It still sucks though, doesn’t it? Is this the same character who has the wonderful freckled partner, or is this someone else?
I think it is–if you click on the picture of her at the bottom of the post you can see all the comics she’s been in with her partner (satellite character #9). Out of curiosity, where are you that it’s the 21st already?
Yes, you’re right Megan, it is her. And you can see Clay’s time zone explanation. I’m in North Carolina, USA, and we’re still back in Nov. 20th right now. Sometimes we’re back in the 19th century. 🙂 But there’s a lot to love here, too.
Yes, I understand what you mean, and it totally works. Your art, character development and their comments that illuminate the realities of depression are just freaking great, and so helpful. I appreciate it very much.
There’s quite a bit of style drift in this comic. I started off trying to do an American comic strip style with thick brush pens and slowly migrated back to my natural style which is what you see recently. I originally wanted to do a comicky simple style to take the bite off the message, but I realize that the bite is necessary, and I want the message to be taken seriously. It’s also a challenge to draw these panels in a size smaller than a credit card, and it’s been rewarding so far.
My whole life’s been a holding pattern. Everything revolves around my partner’s needs, and I’m so depressed and lonely all the time that I can’t motivate to make any choices that are positive for me. Plus he’s much older than me, so when he dies, I’ll be completely alone, no skills, no real job training or history, more worthless than ever.
So exactly where I am. I _did_ get the promotion, and am taking a couple of mental health days while I write this. Too exhausted from fighting the layers of impostor syndrome, fear of failure, trying to juggle complicated tasks and escalating demands while jet-lagged and cognitively foggy. Again, thank you clay for making darkness visible.
Dang. You pretty much nailed it again, Clay. She’s pretty self aware, acknowledging the reality of her illness. It still sucks though, doesn’t it? Is this the same character who has the wonderful freckled partner, or is this someone else?
I think it is–if you click on the picture of her at the bottom of the post you can see all the comics she’s been in with her partner (satellite character #9).
Out of curiosity, where are you that it’s the 21st already?
The dates on the site comply with the time zone I live in, which is Japan’s time zone.
Yes, you’re right Megan, it is her. And you can see Clay’s time zone explanation. I’m in North Carolina, USA, and we’re still back in Nov. 20th right now. Sometimes we’re back in the 19th century. 🙂 But there’s a lot to love here, too.
Most characters are more self-aware than they should be, just makes for more interesting narration.
Yes, I understand what you mean, and it totally works. Your art, character development and their comments that illuminate the realities of depression are just freaking great, and so helpful. I appreciate it very much.
Whether or not she’d agree with me, our little Cutting Girl as grown up.
That feeling. And is your art getting more sophisticated… The lines and expressiveness of her face are really nice
There’s quite a bit of style drift in this comic. I started off trying to do an American comic strip style with thick brush pens and slowly migrated back to my natural style which is what you see recently. I originally wanted to do a comicky simple style to take the bite off the message, but I realize that the bite is necessary, and I want the message to be taken seriously. It’s also a challenge to draw these panels in a size smaller than a credit card, and it’s been rewarding so far.
Good to see that evolution and things that you learn while making this comics. And your message has been as strong as its has ever been since day one.
Credit card?! Talk about a challenge.
Feelstrain is strong here.
Better to be a strong hourly grunt for years than a fantastic manager for the two months before a break down
I live in this world day to day to day to day. you can survive, and sometimes thrive.
My whole life’s been a holding pattern. Everything revolves around my partner’s needs, and I’m so depressed and lonely all the time that I can’t motivate to make any choices that are positive for me. Plus he’s much older than me, so when he dies, I’ll be completely alone, no skills, no real job training or history, more worthless than ever.
Sorry, internet folks, just had to vent.
So exactly where I am. I _did_ get the promotion, and am taking a couple of mental health days while I write this. Too exhausted from fighting the layers of impostor syndrome, fear of failure, trying to juggle complicated tasks and escalating demands while jet-lagged and cognitively foggy. Again, thank you clay for making darkness visible.