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.

I used to hide my dad’s addiction. Now I can talk about it, but I’m still learning how to cope.

Recently, I realized I needed to let go of the weight of this secret

I used to think I wasn’t like other girls. Here’s why that was all wrong.

A lot of us are conditioned to be unhappy with the idea of being a woman

I felt disoriented and lost after being raped. Here’s how I found my way back to happiness.

I’m not here to tell you what to do or how to feel, but I’d like to offer what helped me most