This was me yesterday. It’s that feeling when you’re both depressed and really hungry, and you know each of them feed into another but you just don’t have the strength to pull yourself out of bed to even make a sandwich. So you just lie in bed, getting hungrier and more upset and hungrier and more upset and someone either has to coax you out of bed or one of the two feelings has to abate long enough for you to pull the sheets off of yourself.
It’s a lovely time all around. And by lovely I mean pathetic, stupid and miserable.
I keep trying to explain this to my wife, how this can happen especially to transgender people who have not completed transition to where they want to be yet. We had such a person living with us for about a year and my wife just couldn’t understand how they could be like that…
when you are depressed it doesn’t matter how much sleep you get if at all… no matter how much you sleep or you do not… the energy never comes or arrives.
it just doesn’t belong to you
Yes, that’s *exactly* how it is, isn’t it? That heavy invisible weight. I haven’t been able to keep up with all your posts – sometimes self-care for me means carefully monitoring what I read – but whenever I stop by and read a comic, I see parts of myself skillfully and compassionately reflected back. Thank you.
this is me right now.
Bran Schaffer I’m sorry that’s the case. I hope you find yourself in a better (and more well-rested) headspace soon.
I spent most of September like that.
I’m so glad you posted today. Really needed to remember I’m not alone.
That was all of 2014 for me. Zombieland. Going through the motions with exhaustion and bleakness all around. I’m better now, but it’s never far away.
This was me yesterday. It’s that feeling when you’re both depressed and really hungry, and you know each of them feed into another but you just don’t have the strength to pull yourself out of bed to even make a sandwich. So you just lie in bed, getting hungrier and more upset and hungrier and more upset and someone either has to coax you out of bed or one of the two feelings has to abate long enough for you to pull the sheets off of yourself.
It’s a lovely time all around. And by lovely I mean pathetic, stupid and miserable.
I keep trying to explain this to my wife, how this can happen especially to transgender people who have not completed transition to where they want to be yet. We had such a person living with us for about a year and my wife just couldn’t understand how they could be like that…
when you are depressed it doesn’t matter how much sleep you get if at all… no matter how much you sleep or you do not… the energy never comes or arrives.
it just doesn’t belong to you
Yes, that’s *exactly* how it is, isn’t it? That heavy invisible weight. I haven’t been able to keep up with all your posts – sometimes self-care for me means carefully monitoring what I read – but whenever I stop by and read a comic, I see parts of myself skillfully and compassionately reflected back. Thank you.
That second panel especially brings back memories.
My particular version of this hell is more fun. There’s a lot of vomiting and nausea involved due to the lack to sleep.
Been like this almost a month. I just wish I could get out of it.
Yep, this is me. I don’t want to be me anymore.