Watching the news after Nia Wilson’s untimely death triggered my emotions. Every time I leave the house, I carry fear and anxiety with me.
Just a few weeks ago, my girlfriends and I were approached by an aggressively drunk white male who believed he had authority over our bodies. It wasn’t the first time we had to deal with something like this, and unfortunately, it won’t be our last. I couldn’t help but wonder, would anybody help me if I were attacked? If I died, would I be mourned in the same way Nia Wilson was?
Opening up about opening up: 3 comic artists share their experiences with therapy
May is Mental Health Month
When life gets chaotic, here’s what I keep in mind to forge ahead
Some days, it can be hard to step back and see the big picture
