depression comix #293

This comic is about those delicate days when dread seems close behind, where everything is as delicate as glass even though there is no rational reason for it. And the storm passes and everything is fine, nothing happens. It’s a really strange feeling because it’s so irrational. There are no outward signs, no warnings, just this dreaded feeling that does not go away on its own, a borderline paranoia.

I get this a lot. For me, at least, it’s a warning sign that if I don’t take care, I’ll be soon sliding into the pit again. Of course, nothing really does go wrong (and if it does, it’s coincidental) but as I said, it’s irrational. It follows me around, it dogs me and my daily decisions, and makes me go into maintenance mode. It usually goes away the next day, but this is how it affects me.

The second panel was the most difficult, I wanted imagery to show fragility and decided on a sand castle. It’s a weird thing to be around a sand castle on a table but I hope people don’t think about it too much.

I struggled to show my feelings on this strip and I don’t think it was as effective as I would have liked. I’ll have to think about this one some more.

The strip is here.

1 comment

    I try to treat that Feeling of Undefined Dread like the Jehovah's Witnesses who hang out at the train station. "Yes. Yes, I'm sure what you have to say is very interesting, but - no, stay where you are, I'll just keep on going, thank you. No, YOU have a nice day..."

    Chris Gladis | 1 year ago Reply

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