She, as we find out, had to have a pin put in her knee after getting hit by a car. Thus the sword.

Part of me used to hate me, as much as part of me loved me. Took a long time to straighten that out. Bruno helped.

We are all alone, in ways, aren’t we? Sometimes we have to slog through the tough stuff alone, even if we have people around us who love us.

Or not! :)

This series was how she (and I) explored belief. First hearing and recognizing, choosing against but still not being able to make the voice go away, until many years and experience allowed.

Ha! In a way this sequence was more about me than Bruno. This strip was always about me laying out me emotions pretty bare, which was at time a challenge, and at times like an everyday thing.

This sequence totally weirds me out. Which was part of the point. It is disturbing the stories we hang onto, and it is an awfully difficult thing to get through.

Whether it was really the case or not, this is Bruno’s perception: if one could only dig deep enough, answers would be there. Not that this kind of analysis has proven to be very effective (CBT is where it’s at).

Bruno and Stanley always had a complex relationship. There was always a possible dream of a happy normal life, but always on the other side of a wall. A wall neither of them were capable of climbing.

In this series I tried to explore the desire both to die, but not being able to do it oneself and so simply desiring to be drained, while also being horrified by it.

The first panel was inspired by once when I was dunked underwater when swimming in the ocean, and I breathed in water. It was a strange, spooky sensation.