I was originally going to drop this into the comic review slot, but this is more of a zine than anything else, and since I’m on a roll with Last Man comics, I figured we could pop this in here. And as wild as that title sounds, it’s exactly what it says; a book about self care, written by Skeletor.
Fangirls I’ve been busy. Up until recently there has been AF stuff almost every weekend, and the past two weeks we’ve had plans with people along with whatever we’re doing at home on the weekends. But not this weekend. He is going to a wrestling thing this weekend, but I am not and I honestly couldn’t be more excited.
Fangirls, I’m exhausted. These past couple of weeks have been a rollercoaster; we’re always busy, I’m dealing far more anxiety than usual, and my depression keeps coming, wave after wave. But tomorrow we’re finally going to the National Aquarium.
Fangirls I’ve been suffering from a very severe depressive episode as of late. For me (and many others) that means an extreme loss of interest, increased negative thoughts, and just an influx of sad. It’s difficult for me and my significant other to deal with; there’s a lot happening in my brain, and most of it is bad. In minor attempts to combat the feelings and thoughts, I’ve been doing research at work; we have access to workshops, and some of them are specifically for mental disorders.
I know that New Years is still a couple weeks away, but I have a single, important resolution for 2017. I want to feel good. Not just better, but good.
We’re in the point of the year that’s spent wrapping presents for people we care about and all I can think about is how I won’t see my family on Christmas this year. I was in NY last week to do the holidays and it felt nice, but as we get closer to the actual holiday, I feel cruddy. It’s not about the presents, it’s about feeling cared about. And my family makes me feel that way.
I visited my family in New York this week, and it was quite wonderful, but also frustrating. My depression has been worsening and it makes finding a place that feels like home seem impossible; I feel like since I’ve moved out, me being back is a hassle to my family, especially since my grandmother is staying there, and tat makes for a pretty full house. But at the same time, I don’t feel very at home in Maryland either. I feel like everyone that has done anything there to help out is doing so because they are friends with Rob, and want him to be happy, not because of me.