Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

Last winter, I developed PTSD after an incident where I was forcibly taken from my home. While the event itself was terrifying, what scared me most was how dramatically the trauma affected me. In the months that followed, it transformed me into a person I didn’t recognize or like.

It has taken a full year to feel close to “normal” again, but while creating this comic, I still found myself longing for the old me. I realized that, between struggling with the rollercoaster of emotions that comes after trauma and desperately racing to reestablish normalcy, I never allowed myself to grieve the person I was before the incident occurred.

It feels silly to think of my old self as dead, but mourning her has given me the space to become someone new.

Welcome to Menstrualand, the world’s first period theme park

This place isn’t real, but I sure wish it were

I signed up for the extra money, but cat-sitting came with unexpected benefits

House-sitting and cat-sitting have been healing

I’m half-Mexican, but I pass for white. Here’s what it feels like to inhabit two racial identities.

I’m fiercely proud of my heritage, but can’t fully immerse myself due to a language barrier