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understandable, thanks for uploading
need to beat up the editor. Picks the wrong stuff for the compilation, every time.
It’s like a Greatest Hits but filled with B-sides.
depression comix more like the tracks that didn’t even rate getting on the B side of a single, that were just there to fill up the album’s length.
The tragic fact is there ARE happy memories, but our brains won’t let us see them.
No, it’s that they are swamped with the other 1000 shitty memories and recognition of the utter pointlessness of being alive. One or two good memories, even when they are strong enough to appear, can’t fight against that.
I have a number of good memories, fun times with my wife, but they don’t stop me wishing I hadn’t woken up (at all) each and every morning. Looking at an estimated ‘nother 30 years before I die and hoping they go by VERY quickly. Being dead will be better than missing her every conscious moment (or trying to become unconscious to stop missing her).
There are decent memories. They’re just so few and far between they just make the bad ones worse. No matter how much I try and live in every happy moment, there’s always an end followed by not moments but years of slogging through the worst possible muck. People who say that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel don’t realize the light IS the tunnel and the rest of the world is dark.
I like that, about the tunnel. Its so true.
Oh, I get plenty of good memories in mine, they’re just shaded dark blue and hurt more than the bad memories because my Depression Monster uses it as proof that the good is over and it will never happen again. It’s like a death clip show for someone amazing who died way way too young (that’s the feeling it elicits in me) mixed with just the most pathetic, obnoxious, waste of space person that ever lived…My Monster is a crafty monster; it will use anything and everything against me.
That movie that plays in my head constantly. Everything I’ve done wrong every disappointment I have felt, every bad memory that is kept constantly fresh in my mind. I try to remember good things but the memories are without any emotion.
I really hate this illness.
Right in the feels, this one. Right in the feels.
Nicole Parham Gardner
Relatable.
What’s worse, it’s a clip show where the remote control struggles mightily against your attempt to change the channel, and usually switches it back when your attention wanders.
This is why I hate that “highlight reel” quote about social media. Sure their clip shows are carefully crafted and only show happy/good moments. But they have so many more good moments to choose from, and of a higher calibre too.
Yeah, maybe some of them have depression/other mental illnesses and put extra effort into making their clip shows. But they still play in my head along with my own pathetic clip show, making it look much worse in comparison 🙁
I JUST NOTICED that the smile/frown logo turned sideways is a D and a C for depression comix!!! Now THAT is a clever design!
Thank you, it’s hard to notice and I agonized over making the logo horizontal or vertical for the longest time.
Why not diagonal?
I liked the return to the art your first comics had.
the ‘commercial’ in between clips…
-fade to shadowy dankness…
me to myself; god Allen, you’re such an asshole
me to myself; no, hold on Allen, you’re doing the best you can
1 minute later…
me to myself; you could have done so much better
me to myself; god Allen, you’re such an asshole
-tagline; ‘Allen’ -when you’re looking for an asshole, he’s the best!
back to the clips.
So, so real!