A new page for a new beginning. Not that I'm starting over- more like, closing one door and opening another.

Long story short is this:
I grew up with a pencil in one hand, 
a paper in the other, 
a flood of feelings in my heart, 
and an overload of images in my head. 

I thought for sure I should be an art teacher, so I studied, and applied myself, and when I got there I realized it wasn't what I wanted, wasn't what I needed. So I tried harder. 
And I crashed. 

I came to accept this through a long, long leave of absence where I questioned everything I know and everything I am. 

And now...

I need to share this story, because I am not the only one who has been constantly displaced by a plethora of twists and turns and minor inconveniences which affected me more than the average person- I need to tell this to those who feel they are alone, and to those who are unaware that people like this exist. 
I have to share it because I believe it can be a crutch to those in need of restoring their hope in humanity, and life in general, especially for those with an affinity toward comics. 

I am offering a friendship to those who need a friend to grow up with, an escape from the world, as well as a reminder of the truth of the world: where there is balance, there is hope.