Sorry this one’s a little bit of a downer. Honestly, most of the time when I make comics about being depressed, by the time I’m finished drawing I’m not depressed anymore. I guess it should come as no surprise to anyone who reads this comic on a regular basis that I use comics as therapy.

It’s been hitting me a little hard this year, and this is the form it takes – powerful feelings of insecurity and inadequacy echoing around in my brain until it’s all I can hear. When it gets really bad, it’s so hard to convince myself to do anything, to be productive at all. Even drawing this comic was incredibly hard at times, because it just seemed like a waste of effort for something that wouldn’t even be that good.

But I pushed through it and finished the comic. I can usually push through it. And I have vitamin D, I have yoga, I have a therapy lamp. And as long as I remember to keep using these things I can keep my head above water.

(Also, drawing helps a lot)