First post.

Let's start this thing.

I'm a young lady who suffers from depression, anxiety and schizotypal disorder. I will be publishing comics about my life. This is sort of a therapeutic project for me.
My short history:
I come from a poor family and my childhood had abuse and neglect in it. My mother is a narcissist bitch and my father was quite absent. Well, I can't be sure if she is narcissist or not really but it sure feels like it. Anyway. I got depressed at a young age and was planning my suicide at 13 years old. I also had an eating disorder from 11-22 yo.
I moved to live on my own at 16 and I stumbled into an abusive relationship at 17. I was coerced and forced to have sex, I was slapped, my bruises got poked at, I got called fat, I was ignored. By the age of 18 I was getting more and more paranoid. I had hallucinations and delusions. I tried to kill myself. My life always seemed to get darker and darker. I cut myself and hit myself. I planned to many ways to kill myself every day.
At age 22 I finally got help and life has been getting better very slowly. But I can't get over my past neglect and abuse. Which brings us to my comics. I draw as a way to get over it. I draw to remember funny memories. I draw to get justice. Because in the end that is what I'm after. Justice.

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