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I’ve been binging a lot more TV as a result… It’s not always effective – plus, y’know, there’s the 5yo who needs a little attention now and again.
So relatable. In this holes depression makes i somehow know that they will eventually be over, but with covid is no end in sight and everyday it becomes more anxiety but also more emotinally blurried
Thank you for putting this feeling into such amazing art. Best to live in the moment, even minute by minute. I can’t think about the future either.
Covid Depression is real, and it’s a million times worse when you already have Depression. 🙁
excuse me Dove, but won’t it be better if the virus stays and wipes mankind altogether?
then suicide won’t be needed since the virus is doing the job for ya! “no end in sight” i see no problem here! let it stay and continue cleaning the world!
for some reason.. the more die , the happier i become. i just … hate this cursed race…. the humans race..
thanks for the page Clay!
Way too relatable. Reminds me of my childhood.
For context for my childhood, my kindergarten class was disrupted by JFK getting shot in Dallas. I’m a Cold War Late Boomer.
ACCURATE. I’ve had a bit of a mini-meltdown this week, facing up to this exact issue.
There’s always that part of my brain saying “just end it all,” but… thankfully ellipsism overrides it. I want closure on the Covid season arc, and I can’t get it if I’m not alive.
You’re not the only one who wants closure for everything. https://xkcd.com/312/
I keep reminding myself that the virus will die out eventually, and life will return to pretty much normal.
I had a really bad depressive period when I was a teen. I haven’t been that bad until covid came around. And no matter what I do, I can’t seem to climb out of it. I’ve had way too many close calls this year and it’s not fun. Especially when your family isn’t exactly supportive, either. No wonder DV and abuse cases have gone up so much this year.
Spot on, feeling exactly the same with bursts of high end anxiety.
Yeah. What’s the point of anything?
Amen. And now that it’s in sight…I’m worried about returning to “normal”…