What happens when you find yourself laughing at a highly personal story that’s rooted in deep traumatic pain?

Normally, that question is an easy one to answer: you’re probably a truly awful person. Except that’s not exactly the case when it comes to Bird by Kylie Vincent.

Arriving at the Cultch’s intimate Vancity Culture Lab after rave reviews at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, and an eight-month van-life tour of the States, Kylie Vincent's one-woman show is nothing if not complicated.

Is it profanity-studded standup, confessional theatre, or a 60-minute therapy session that makes you realize that, even though it feels that way sometimes, you really aren’t alone? The answer, maybe, is all three.

The degree to which you’ll be able to relate to the 23-year-old Californian will depend on a variety of factors, including, but not limited to, one’s familiarity with screaming family dysfunction, social media traumas, dogs in doggy-wheelchairs, words that rhyme with "bunt", and....actually let’s not spoil any more of the surprises.

Will you laugh even when things get dark? Fuck yes, with the best part being there’s no need to feel even remotely guilty. Unless, that is, Vincent is talking about her dog and her doggy wheelchair. Then again, if you’re a truly awful person, even that's okay, because sometimes tragedy, no matter how tragic, is funny.

Part of the Femme Fest, Bird by Kylie Vincent runs until April 22 at the Vancity Culture Lab. Go here for tickets.