Welcome to Actual Hell

I am a very hopeful and optimistic person, but I also know I need to put in the work to make things happen! Let's make sure our dreams happen! 💪

Someone taking advantage of your kindness reflects on them not you. It’s good to be kind and empathetic and generous in an otherwise hard world! And it’s understandable to want to be kind to someone even if they end up being unkind back- you want to believe the best in someone, even when it’s not the case. It’s important to set up boundaries then so you’re not always draining yourself.

A sign may never come, so just start the things you want now! There are no rules in life!

Just a little misunderstanding! Thankfully there’s enough love to go around. 💕

“Listen to me– all of you out there! You were told by this man– your hero– that America is the greatest country in the world! He told you that Americans were the greatest people– that America could be refined like silver, could have the impurities hammered out of it, and shine more brightly! He went on about how precious America was – how you needed to make sure it remained great! And he told you anything was justified to preserve that great treasure, that pearl of great price that is America!

“Well, I say America is nothing! Without its ideals– its commitment to the freedom of all men, America is a piece of trash! A nation is nothing! A flag is a piece of cloth! I fought Adolf Hitler not because America was great, but because it was fragile! I knew that liberty could be snuffed out here as in Nazi Germany! As a people, we were no different than them! When I returned, I saw that you nearly did turn American into nothing! And the only reason you’re not less then nothing– is that it’s still possible for you to bring freedom back to America!”

I cried while drawing this comic because it all felt very raw- admitting that the sadness had returned, and forgiving it/myself for being there. It can be painful to accept parts of yourself that you don't necessarily want, but it can also help you find peace. Visualizing myself hugging and forgiving the sad part of me felt cathartic. Like it wasn't her fault that she was back. I'm still working on processing how I feel, but I think making this piece helped. (  ´ᵕ` )

Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl

While I’d want this concept to mostly be a lighthearted comedy, since that’s more my forte, the north star (heh) of this premise would be the loss of passion for something you once loved, feeling the pressure/expectations of sticking with something that you’re “a prodigy” at and the subsequent burnout. How hard do you fight for an old passion or at what point do you just let it go? Is it even okay to give up when so many people are counting on you?