depression comix has become such a part of my daily life that I forgot to notice that it quietly passed five years old on September 9th. It’s quite a milestone, and I really can’t believe it myself. Depression usually derails everything I have done that actually accomplishing a weekly comic that has updated faithfully really blows my mind. And I still don’t think I’ve come close to answering the basic question that I sought to ask when I began this strip: “What is depression?”
Because I haven’t answered this question is why I keep going on. While I’m doing this, I’m reading your comments, listening to your stories, feeling your hurt, and it has helped me immensely to try to come closer to the answer. I want to know because like many of you depression has changed my life for the worse so much I can’t even imagine what my life would be without it. So through this comic I try to come to an understanding. There is no “why” to depression but still I have to know. It’s a quixotic thinking, I know. It just is, and my inability to accept that and move on drives me to do this comic.
Another drive to do this comic is you. If you’re reading this, then you have helped my motivation at a level enough to continue this project, when my past projects sputtered and failed. So thank you for everything — your comments, your mail, your likes and follows, your support through Patreon and PayPal. It all means a lot to me and it encourages me to continue, nicking at the heart of depression one week at a time.
Thank you everyone!