back with another comic rec (as if you could stop me)
this book found me at a time when my relationship with my mental health and media as a whole was changing (for the better) as i transitioned from high school to college. i think it's less so about how this book changed my perspective than realizing through this book that my perspective had changed. going through my teenage years i really clung on to bojack horseman-esque depictions of mental illness and it really fed into like the bad feelings i was having inside. a lot of tom king's works up until this point revolved around mental illness in the face of normalcy and suburbia (wish i could do a tom king deep dive but we have no time!) and i think as a late teenager i took the wrong lessons from his work, and would re-read the pages where characters would share their darkest thoughts or the saddest scenes and be like "literally me". then came mister miracle, a story about the new god scott free, the greatest escape artist in the universe, jack kirby's jesus, as he tried (and fails) to escape life and death (if you're not catching my drift - this one's dark!). by the time the series had ended though, it ends on this note about acceptance in the face of living with what you lived through, and oddly enough, as the years have gone by, i found myself returning to that final issue more than anything else.