Let's not have this fight again.

Doing things can be tricky.

Harm/Calm

Recognise what exhausts you.

Find what calms you.

Not cute.

Hold on real tight.

Navigating Blarry

Bekky + Blarry = Blarky

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When I am depressed, I don't feel like myself.
I feel like my depression talks for me and makes me behave in a way I wouldn't usually.

Get out of my bathtub and out of my head. (part 1 - depression)

Getting better.

I am working on getting back to (and maintaining) "okay".

It's still takes a lot of energy. Most of my energy. Most of the time.

But at least I'm trying.

My depression does not go away. 

It is always with me, but that does not mean I am always suffering.

I'm working on a few drawings about "being okay".

"Being okay" is so underrated. 

There's so much pressure on "being happy".

I really wanna talk more about "okay".

Because in comparison to depression,"okay" is a truly glorious state of bliss. 

Even though it's not exactly the best (happy), it's better than the other thing.

Facebook's Year in Review / How happy we look on the internet.

My year according to Facebook:

That one time you put some effort into making your
hair do that nice wavy thing and smiled in a photo...
this was the only day of the year 
that your hair looked nice.

That one time you had a nice time with some friends
that you never see anymore.

That one time you went to that beautiful place
but you did not even swim.

 My year really:

July

September

November

Piggy Back

The overstayed welcome.

BLARRY.

 

So Blarry is depression, and he's all up in your shit. 
People are like "Yeah you just need to excercise and eat well and you'll feel better". 

But it's not really that simple, because you've got Blarry on your back, holding you in bed, telling you to order a pizza.

He's a damn jerk and he doesn't leave. 
No one invited him, he just appeared, and stayed, and made a mess of your whole life. 
God dammit Blarry. 

So you just stay at home with him, because if you go out, he'll probably follow you and you'll have to carry him everywhere, and he is just so, so heavy. 

So it's easier to just stay in bed and eat BBQ shapes for dinner.

That's depression.

Ugh mind blank.

Depression personified, and by 'personified' I mean...'monsterified'.

I have a few drawings that feature this character, I will post them soon, he's such a dick.
I wanted to give him a name. But I couldn't think of anything.
The best I could come up with was "Blarry". Which is STUPID.
I've had this blog post lying around for a couple of days, but I wanted to write something to go with it.

And this ^ is the best I can do.