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I used to feel like that every single morning. Then I got a SAD light, a really powerful one, and I spend an hour a day (in the morning, such as my mornings are, more like 10:30) under it. I can’t say my depression is gone, gone, but it’s much more level and subdued. I’m not walking around on the verge of tears most of the time. I don’t wake up with the heavy-hearted feeling of, “Shit, I just woke up again.” Maybe the increase in Lamotragine helped, too, but I’m convinced the light has really helped. Not the cheap $100 kind–this one is made in Canada and it’s STRONG. Anyway, good comic again. Thanks, Clay.
This is each and every one of my mornings.
wow almost exactly what i was telling my therapist yesterday
And then people say: wake up and tell yourself that this is going to be GREAT day! Laugh into the mirror!
…yeah right. My mirror vision ran away once she saw me… (y)
Yea… this is pretty much every morning for me too…
As always, great job on the comic… *always* helps me communicate how I feel – often far better than I can vocalize on my own.
All the best.
Yes, this is me, every morning…
Mornings are the worst….I would keep my clock set permanently at local Midnight if I could…
Yeah, me too….some days I open my eyes and think oh shit, I’m still alive? Whose bad joke is this anyway?
this is sad..how I’ve formed a habit of counting every weeks, days, hours, minutes just before i force myself to go to college. it has really been struggle, and I’ve been too irregular 🙁
169 http://t.co/kxGtCvX1s3 via @depressioncomix
everyday you wake up like a walking dead everyday you go to the bed like a crawling undead, and your only wish is to die for good and go to hell.