Depressed Dave Comics

There’re still days I hate to admit that I’m unwell. Days that others insist I’m not unwell. Days that I’m clearly unwell but brain says, stop lying, sad sack. Which then makes me feel worse, so that I feel even more unwell, to which brain says…

Useless.

I’ll be honest and say that sometimes even drawing and then posting the comic feels pointless. Maybe I’m just making all this up. Maybe no one benefits even if I’m not. Maybe I’m a fool.

But then I remember that I’m still going to have to do the hard work of understanding my pain enough to heal from it, for the sake at least, of those who love me. So I might as well carry on.

I missed saying Merry Christmas, but have a good New Year ahead. Stay safe, readers.