This is a page from one of my favourite single issues of a comic book ever written: X-Factor #87, way back when I was collecting pamphlets in the 90s. After a series of tough battles, the team is sent to see a therapist. The issue is just that: each member of the team talking to that therapist, and in doing so, revealing the heartache, stress, and general trauma they carry every single day.
I’ve talked about this particular monologue so often, to friends, peers, students — sometimes to explain my own feelings of isolation, sometimes to help ameliorate theirs, sometimes for purely technical writing reasons. If nothing else, it is one of the most elegant and pure pieces of character building I’ve ever seen. But I hadn’t seen the page itself for years, until someone posted it on a page I belong to.
It’s nice to see it again.
Like an old friend.