You really know how to make a guy worry don’t you
I’ve struggled with the same. One of the best stages of my life was when I faced this, and started building a life that didn’t cause me to feel that way.
Are you OK? If not, the best piece of advice I got was to get to the doctor. (Or if that’s your doctor in the comic, and you can’t talk to him, get to another doctor, one who has experience with depression.)
Or email me if you want someone to talk to.
love your work, hope your okay
why not have a coffee
Well, that’s familiar.
I am a really big fan of your comics. I haven’t posted before because it’s easy to consume them without offering anything but I thought I would mention something. They’re thought provoking, I really enjoy your art style, and I’ve shown them to several of my friends, who have really enjoyed them too. This feeling is very familiar to me, and if it’s something that is affecting you just now, I wish you all the best. from my experience it can be hard to see the other side, but there is one.
From a stranger on the Internet, know that people will be thinking of you
I struggle with similar feelings and have not had luck with my medical doctor nor with psychiatrists. If you want to talk, feel free to email.
In a crass commercialism front, how much to have a print resolution of this comic?
I’m fine, thank you so much for your concern. If you do relate to this comic I hope you’re talking about it with someone and really hope you’re talking to a doctor honestly about it. It sounds hypocritical and false but I’m being very sincere.
@Ed Dale: You can have one for free. Email me and I’ll email it to you. Thank you!
Been treated for depression for almost eight years, was actually suicidal for a long time. I’m a lot better now, now worries. But this comic reminds me of what I call being “ambiently suicidal.” Sometimes you’re just doing things, going through life, and a little voice goes “hey, you know what would fix everything? If you died!” and the rest of your brain goes “that’s a goddamn stupid solution” because you’re better now, you’re not actually suicidal anymore, you don’t actually want to die, it’s just intrusive thoughts.
But they’re insidious fuckers, and creep up constantly, and it’s tiring constantly squashing them down. I’ve learned to tell my Relevant Professional that I’m having suicide-related intrusive thoughts in addition to the other ones I get (like random moments of “hey maybe I should claw my eyes out” because how about not? Just remember that suicidal intrusive thoughts come from the same place and make about as much sense.)
Depression is a monster that saps the joy from everything. If this resonates with you, PLEASE go see your doctor. I found out that I had the contributing factors of Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, an immune system disease, and later I found out I have epilepsy. Both medical conditions cause depression, so get yourself a complete physical if you can. If you can’t, please talk to your doctor. If you can’t do that, talk to someone you trust.
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