The thing about comics is that sometimes, you have to have strips that join the dots. Grandpa George will feature more soon. I’ve been struggling badly. Therapy is going well but we’re going somewhere I don’t want to go, but[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I wish. I really wish. I want the best for Dave even as I want to convey the reality of depression in his life. There’re amazing people around me, and there’re those who stopped and then became amazing. And then[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Seriously? There’re some people in my life I wish I could send someone to talk to, so I don’t have to face them myself. But in real life, it’s just better to face them myself. I’d feel guilty otherwise. But[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Crises aren’t easy on caregivers either. Always take time to breathe and decompress after a crisis. I love my wife. Also, sorry for the sporadic posting Therapy has ramped up and it’s been hard… I’ll keep trying. For now.
Someone once told me that during periods like this, we need to listen to the ones who love us. It’s so tough though, because the inner voice is always louder, and more believable. I don’t know why I’m loved. I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Truth can be hard to absorb in depression, particularly when it involves being positive about oneself.
I’ve always wanted to do a “fake translation” strip. Hrr hrr hrr. But seriously. No one knows how or why pet therapy works. But it does. For those who like pets, that is. Take care of your pets!
Pets don’t always understand what personal space means. Sometimes, that isn’t a good thing, but in depression, that can help in unexpected ways. Not always, but still. If we didn’t have pet allergies, we’d have visited the pound by now.
A stool. A chair. The floor. I’m really blessed that my dear wife does the laundry. But those are the places I’ve just had to sit down and just stare at the floor and wonder just how I’m going to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I still remember waiting for my first psychotherapy session to be arranged. I felt crappy. Medicine worked but my mood was still dragging through the mud, and I didn’t know what to expect. In typical bureaucratic fashion, my first session[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…