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i honestly don’t get how sitting on your stomach is any comfortable at all, but the subject is very understanable
and yes Robin i know what you are talking about and where you are coming from as well.
i am really glad her arms are now fixed from all the previous scars
The scars are there, they just don’t show up very well in the 500 pixel version of the strip.
https://www.claycomix.com/posts/depression-comix-417/ If you look at the thumbnail at the top which is at a higher resolution, you will see the scars.
Are they watching Amelie?
Yes, they are!
Nice, haha
Learning that the feeling of guilt can pass if you radically decide not to give a fuck over it let me make the me-decision, and I’ve had no regrets. It’s not my fault that a situation became so bad that leaving it turned out to be the saner, healthier option, so why would I take the blame? If people can change and demonstrate we can get along, there’s no reason why in the future you couldn’t try again. If they don’t, no point wasting my own time and energy.
The transition does feel stressy at first, but everything new requires some adjusting to. At least the courage to do something new has a chance of working out, while the courage to put yourself through another guaranteed repetition of a horrible experience is pointless. Power to anyone who dares to take a chance and do something they haven’t tried before.
Quitting the family gatherings was the best decision I ever made.
A Good Move.
Christmas was so stressful for me, totally took me down a dark spiral. I avoided everything and everyone this year.
When being with family consists of a trip to in a nice warm vacation instead of a cold, rainy environment…and you get sick during it…and you’re GLAD about it…it was already a losing situation.
I think the good thing I got out of being abused nonstop for being weird (that is, for already having a whacking case of PTSD at the age of six, for being visibly depressed, and for being an undiagnosed autistic) was that I learned early and often that shame won’t kill you. It’ll make your assorted vicious brain weasels perk up and start chewing, but it won’t kill you. If you drink that cup of shame right down to the bottom, you won’t die. The trick is getting past the initial instinctive “I can’t drink this, it’ll kill me” reaction.
That said, for anybody who’s considering accepting the shaming and blaming and hectoring that will arise from not being there next Holiday season, you don’t actually have to drink it right up. There are ways to shut toxic people out of your life. Here’s a list that was developed specifically to protect families from horrible mothers-in-law who wanted to use their children’s families as stress toys or moneypots or what have you. But it includes a lot of good advice about removing anybody from your life if they are fixated on having you around to do things to: https://www.reddit.com/r/JUSTNOMIL/wiki/milimination_tactics
I have this with… everything. I had to cancel an appointment because I hadn’t been able to sleep all night. So then I couldn’t sleep at all for the next four hours. And then, only a tiny slice of snooze. Four hours. I eventually got a total of 12 hours over the next 24, before I felt mostly rested.
I can’t call things off without paying a pretty nasty price. If I’m sick, I get sicker… AND feel guilty.