The beginning.

Meet the artist variant of Catt. Not much different except I'm sporting my brown mop. I wanted to make a Catt IP that reflects mental health issues. I want... to draw more in the way of expressing what it's like to be mentally ill, in hopes I can show someone, anyone that they're not alone. I have Bipolar, ADHD, General Anxiety Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder, Social Phobia and Agoraphobia. Pending an autism or OCD diagnosis, although I'm team Autism, just thinking about how I process things...

Anyway, whatever the hell it is, I'm far from ok. I accept it, but what that means is far away from my scope. I still have to keep it together to help Flickie take care of these damn cats, this apartment, our wants and needs... and to be an active member of this relationship overall. He's got his own list of problems too, although we're only able to name Bipolar and OCD. He's in the same boat as me, but paired with a neat fear of doctors because he was one of those kids whose mother didn't know how to handle a child with mental health issues, and thought bullying, lying and forcing medicine down his throat with no explanation would work. His mom is a sweet lady overall, and he loves her... she was just an idiot with this part.

The nonsense around her is supposed to be a run on sentence read from the closest line to her up, showing how my thoughts swim around me and paralyze me as I lay dizzy and lost in my illness. Telling myself everyone hates me, that I'm in the way, that I am cumbersome for all who fall into my toxic path.