Good grief that hits extra hard having just left family therapy with my own mother, because I too keep trying and trying and being unable to reach her. Left her house and yet still coming back to try again even after knowing leaving meant I decided to give up and stop exhausting myself
Welcome to your front row seat to my identity crisis!
I’m Ollie- half Cuban, half Brazilian, born in the good ‘ole USA. Oh, and also very queer.
I’m an estranged adult child trying to navigate what my own story even is. This comic is eclectic, scattered, told in no particular order- just like how my bizarre life feels at times.
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