Depressed Dave Comics

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 lift my deadweight body and go on to the next task. When I last cleaned the ceiling fans, I was wiped out after 2 out of 4. So I sat in a chair and stared at nothing for a while.

The reality of energy dips in depression.