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I was like this in university, but not high school. That would have been much worse.
Change school for work and that is painfully true…
There were days I would drag myself out of bed and drive to school, but not be able to force myself to go in. I’d sit and cry in the parking lot…
All of my yes.
Don’t forget work, too. Until you reach the other side where you can’t care enough to try anymore.
True true. I spent more time on the fire escape (trying to “escape”, ha ha) than at my desk.
This isn’t really about the place per se, it’s about going to any place that is toxic to your condition. It’s just been established previously in the strip that this character goes to high school.
This was how it felt like coming back “home” and living with the fucked up people that lived with me.
I wasn’t familiar with the character and assumed that she was an adult. The comic still works well with her as a teacher…
Scary how relevant this week’s strip was. http://t.co/BrNdmpfxS1 <– Me, Friday trying to get to my anxiety class (via @depressioncomix)
story of my life
During one assembly my principal gave a speech about how high school can be the best time in your life. I remember thinking, “Good God, I hope not. Life has to get better than this.”
I can’t agree with this comment enough, if I ever have kids I’m going to be upfront and tell them from the start that high school will most likely be the worst years of their life, if they’re lucky.
*** I don’t really understand how the TRIGGER ALERT thing works, but I suspect this needs one. ***
I remember this couple at my church both telling me when I was in high school, “Enjoy these years… it’s the best time of your life!!” And I remember thinking the same thing, Agarax! I also remember promising myself that I would NEVER tell a high schooler that… never tell ANYONE that, really.
Sadly, the years since haven’t really been better. I think, honestly, the “best” years of my life were probably elementary school or earlier…. before puberty, before depression, before isolation, before responsibilities, before I realized how different my mother treated me to the other kids, before obesity, before an abusive relationship, before single parenthood, before loneliness, before poverty, before dependence on others, before feeling shattered…
I really and truly hope that at some point in the future, there will be health in all areas in my life, along with loving partner to share the ups and downs with; although I see no evidence now, nor do I know how to get there, I REALLY hope that the BEST years of my life are, indeed, yet to come.
Don’t know if you have heard of popehat.com but it is a libertarian blog that I read. One of the contributors posted this http://popehat.com/2015/05/21/happy-to-be-here/#more-23806 account of his battle with depression that I thought might be interesting to the crowd here.
I myself have struggled with a low grade depression most of my teenage and adult life although I am currently in something of a remission. I really appreciate this comic and have recommended it to a few others I know who are struggling.
Sorry, the email is not legit but I can’t post anything pointing at my real identity associated with this.
238 http://t.co/WuTWGPNfqu via @depressioncomix
238 http://t.co/LYf1bY1Bgx via @depressioncomix
2x dropout like what http://t.co/XMfvxKHIRk
This is how I am feeling everyday in college and this illustration captures it beautifully. I am fan of your work 🙂
Yep, had do drop out
I’m not ready for school to start back up in a week. Especially after being homeschooled last year. Going back is hard. Even if it’s only 8th grade