depression comix

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222 "Can't come out tonight"

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  6. Oh my goodness…. I do this *all* the time. Easy to get away with too, when you’re a trustworthy person. Makes me feel ashamed of myself on top of it all, abusing people’s trust… but it’s better than facing people.

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  8. I’ve been doing this for the past few months, calling it “working on myself”. I want to be more social, but I also can’t stand to be around someone knowing how I messed up my head is. I’m working out some debt issues along the way, but still.

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  13. I have the inverse problem right now. People invite me, I want to go, I say that I will go, I try hard to win and get out but my anxiety and agoraphobia keep me at home, seeing the hours pass by, the social occasions start and end, feel sad and sabotaged because I wanted to be there but there’s this strong barrier that won’t break and let me leave my house. Just thinking about getting out triggers tachycardia.
    And of course people don’t believe me when I say I’ll go to anything anymore. It’s almost torture. I don’t want them to give up on me but how can I make them understand that I’m not lying?

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    • You have to break through that and commit, don’t lie. Not that it’s easy. I do the same thing, not just offline but online as well. Currently have someone very disappointed in me.

      All I can say is I wish you luck. Try not to make commitments that give you any slight pause, do your best to make them sparse and something you enjoy so much that its not just other people you let down but yourself by not going. You will get there, one day. As will I, and all of us.

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  14. This is me except for family events that I can’t consistently get out of.
    I’m usually in hermit-mode then wonder why people don’t call… and I really *am* a sociable person when I can overcome this negative attitude.

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  15. Depression is the crap cherry on top of the sundae of social anxiety, PTSD, and whatever they’re calling on-the-spectrum-that-includes-Asperger’s this week that is my life. On one hand, it’s all sad and pathetic and stuff, the number of things I have had to decline or bow out of in mid-event because I have run out of can. On the other hand, being able to open up my mouth and say, “I have run out of can, I need to go home now” is a huge, huge breakthrough. My friends understand. Everyone else I don’t need.

    (I still lie like a rug at work when I run out of can, though.)

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    • We could create a virtual event for us all to come together and see how many decline and on what grounds.
      Really pathetic…

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  18. It’s odd simultaneously wishing to be surrounded with love and understanding whilst constantly feeling as if its all a storm one needs reprieve from.

    This upload resonated with me deeply.

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