So a couple years ago I went through what I’m pretty sure was depression. I was never diagnosed, but looking back all of the signs were there. I also suffered from anxiety, which was a whole other monster entirely. Depression is something a lot of people go through, but the scary thought is a lot of us don’t even realize what is going on, that it could be treatable, that we could actually get help. Sometimes it goes away on it’s own. Sometimes it doesn’t.
I know this comic doesn’t exactly have a “happy” ending, but it was important for me to convey my big fear of that depression coming back. I feel like knowing what was going on, what may happen again, helps me a lot. If I can help somebody by sharing my experience, then I’ll feel even better.
yup, looks like depression to me. I mean, see a real doctor, but there’s my symptoms right there.
This is actually pissing me off. It has begun to ruin halloween for me knowing people don’t spell check. Things are massed produced in factories and sent out for sale to the public spelt spoopy, doo, and creppy. Like what the actual fuck. My computer even automatically changes spoopy to spooky. I mean, come on. The best holiday season and businesses don’t even care enough about it to spell check the items they’re gonna sell. Fuck this shit.