Klutzi
He’s a small white blob with stained tears that never stop and eyes too dark to read. He doesn’t smile. He stumbles, he struggles, and he doesn’t give up.
I made Klutzi because I grew up without anyone to talk to. No confidant, just myself and whatever I could figure out on my own. Klutzi became a way to say the things I couldn’t say out loud — about anxiety, about panic, about depression, about the quiet moments where you wonder if you’re the only one feeling this way.
You’re not.
Rocky
Rocky is the fox who showed up to make sure Klutzi didn’t carry everything alone. He’s the humor in the hard parts; not because the hard parts aren’t real, but because nobody can sit in heaviness all the time. Rocky is permission to laugh, even on the days that are otherwise terrible.