This was a trippy one, folks. Addiction, depression, and trauma are such rich themes for a story to explore. Dimaro took all this to a very unique place, as we follow Connor's plunge into the dark abyss. Sometimes things are just way too painful to admit to oneself, relive, or even attempt to move past, so we stick them deep down in the pit of our stomachs. Hoping that they'll stay there and never see the light of day again. That we'll somehow forget about them and feel better eventually. We then focus on the things that we think made us happy, when all they are is a makeshift barrier, weak as tissue paper. I've done it countless times, and I think to some extent, almost everyone else has to. But as time goes on, the pit in your stomach overflows. It takes on new forms of pain and then festers, lingering and growing, as you feel your body reacting to something that has now begun to spin out of control. And what happens? Do you fight it? Collapse? Cry? Will it erupt into something new and never before experienced? Your thoughts race, you are a prisoner in your own body, and you don't know what's going to happen. You're terrified, upset, angry, overstimulated, and frustrated, all at once. The darkness eats you up, mind, body, and soul, and you just hope that you come out on the other side with as much intact as possible. Sometimes you do, but other times, not so lucky. This is all centered around how Connor is written in this story. It's intense, thought-provoking, and a sadly beautiful experience. Dimaro did a wonderful job of exploring this tragic character's psyche, and taking the reader on a one way ticket to a very distressing place. For anyone who has not suffered with emotional distress at some point, this will be very eye-opening, whereas for others of us who live with it quite often...you'll feel right at home here.