I’ve struggled for a long time on how to tell this particular story, at least in comic form. I know I’ve talked about it, advocated for it, and never tried to hide what I went through / am going through, because I genuinely believed that the more survival stories there are in the world, the more hope there is for everyone else, more understanding for the ones who didn’t make it.

But if comics is the medium in which I like to tell stories, then it stood to reason I’d make a comic of all this eventually. And then I find out its suicide prevention week, and I find myself rolling my eyes in frustration and just wishing I could hold all my hurting BBs and make it all better.

Oi. It’s going to be a hard story to tell. But no better time to start than now, I suppose.