It’s been a while since I read a comic book, let alone posted about it. My twitter page has been quiet as well. This is attributed to problems in my personal life. I will try not to go into too much detail however in the interest of “self care,” here’s my story.

I used to think I worked for one of the best companies on the planet. I felt I had a promising career and future there. I was so into my company and enjoying my job that I volunteered personal time and joined projects without being asked. Things were going great until my old boss retired. The new boss was fine at first…it was business as usual and I was still loving life and my job. Then something changed, my boss started harassing me. Everyday it was something new, a constant moving target.

I persevered in rough conditions out of my control for two years. Needless to say things that used to bring me solace and joy no longer had effect. As things became more and more difficult for me, I lost interest in my wonderful hobby. This blog was the first casualty, then my social media presence and finally (hate to admit it) comics. Every now and then I walk into the comic cave and look at the bags of books I should be dying to read and at the boxes of graded comics I should be racing to open. Instead, I sit and stare at nothing or lay on the couch binge watching television. I’m startled by abrupt noises, I have headaches, hypersensitivity, nightmares, mood swings and a hard time concentrating, worst of all I’ve lost my sense of humor.

I am hopeful. I am getting help and I hope to recover, I hope to be myself again and I hope to find that old joy I used to get when Wednesdays rolled around. I’m hopeful.