Wow. I made it.
I didn’t think I would make it to 30. But here I am at 500 more than eleven years later.
The thing is I don’t think I have much more to say. I feel like I’ve finished this race by crawling over the finish line, not by running across it. I feel emotionally and mentally drained by this comic. I want to go on, but not be thinking about depression for comic ideas.
This was a hard comic to do. I couldn’t focus on characters and plot lines so much, I had to focus on mental health issues and form characters around these themes. Each strip had to be able to stand up on its own without knowledge of any other strip in the series and be sufficiently generalized so that the characters, despite not having much depth, would be familiar.
500 seems like a good number. Thank you for making it here with me.