There is a third…however farfetched it feels like all the time… is that the metaphorical Coast Guard will spot me and lower a rope. At this point in my life I’m of the mind that, for people like us, that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, though.
I’ve never experienced depression like this. Whenever it feels like “I’m drowning and being tossed around at the mercy of the waves” I grit my teeth and mindlessly cling to life for as long as it takes, and then if the skies clear and the waters calm to provide me with a brief respite; I look deeply into the abyss and wonder if I should just let go and stop kicking.
It’s ironic, isnt it? You’d think that the waves are what’s likelyto kill you but at least they give you to struggle against, to hate. But when it finally dies down and you realize that you’ve naught but your own pitiful self, you start wondering if all the painful struggles will be worth anything in the end.
I can’t really relate to this comic for my depression (because I literally feel nothing during bad episodes), but it is hauntingly accurate for describing my OCD. It’s a 24/7 struggle.
For me, it’s more like being in a small sealed room where air is constantly being pumped in, increasing the pressure continually until I finally implode. Less being tossed about by uncontrollable forces and more being crushed by them.
[…] suffering in different ways, be it caught under a bell jar, battered by all matter of storms, or buffeted by raging seas, I am reminded that the experiences of depression and suicide are communal. We are not […]
So true…
Powerful…
Frightening.
And yet, my second thought is: It’s surely nice to see depressed character #2 with untied hair!
Wow…
just… wow…
Still waiting for the second to happen…
Keep holding on Anna.
Yes this. Always this.
Yes
Yup. Right now.
I’m not sure if it’s intended, but man that flotation device is a perfect symbol of how antidepressants actually work. Amazing job.
Agreed with Cyrus.
There is a third…however farfetched it feels like all the time… is that the metaphorical Coast Guard will spot me and lower a rope. At this point in my life I’m of the mind that, for people like us, that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, though.
Exactly. Great one, Clay.
I’ve never experienced depression like this. Whenever it feels like “I’m drowning and being tossed around at the mercy of the waves” I grit my teeth and mindlessly cling to life for as long as it takes, and then if the skies clear and the waters calm to provide me with a brief respite; I look deeply into the abyss and wonder if I should just let go and stop kicking.
It’s ironic, isnt it? You’d think that the waves are what’s likelyto kill you but at least they give you to struggle against, to hate. But when it finally dies down and you realize that you’ve naught but your own pitiful self, you start wondering if all the painful struggles will be worth anything in the end.
I don’t know if this is appropriate, but this comic reminded me of another one. http://boggletheowl.tumblr.com/post/41509206591/ive-been-getting-a-lot-of-these-lately-and-i
I can’t really relate to this comic for my depression (because I literally feel nothing during bad episodes), but it is hauntingly accurate for describing my OCD. It’s a 24/7 struggle.
Hang On For Dear Life http://t.co/U8N0uRnpzo via @depressioncomix
For me, it’s more like being in a small sealed room where air is constantly being pumped in, increasing the pressure continually until I finally implode. Less being tossed about by uncontrollable forces and more being crushed by them.
205 http://t.co/WwvvoQXTUs via @depressioncomix
This! This is how I feel… http://t.co/qNqv6O2hhM