4 - The Black Dog Barks

 

…but thankfully it’s still not as bad as it’s been in the past. Self awareness is a hard journey, but it helps you put things in perspective when the black dog does return. For instance, while I’m feeling this shitty way, I know it’s temporary, and that I can ride it out if I just have patience. In the past, it felt all-consuming, and like it would never end.

Some links if this is something you experience yourself:

Breathing Space

The Samaritans

Living Life to the Full

The single best thing you can do if you’re feeling shitty is to get it dealt with. Go see your GP, contact a local counselling service, or even just talk to a friend or family member. The worst thing you can do with depression is to bottle it up – it will get worse. Feelings of isolation are worsened by depression, but talking about it does help.

Person Centred Counselling tends to be more suited to depression and anxiety, while CBT is best for short term anxiety problems, although it also depends on your own personality type, so talk it over with a GP or free counselling telephone service.

Feel free to comment too or send a message if you want to share.

 

Something to Fill

 

If you’re into weird, 70s influenced electronic music mixed with folk (and let’s face it, who isn’t? ) you should check out Belbury Poly from Ghost Box Records. This piece is a lift from their song “My Hands”, a short, fantastic piece with possibly a sample from somewhere I don’t know.

This is a kind of precursor to me talking more about some spiritual stuff I want to cover – God does leave a space to be filled in our lives, and in the West, when we decondition from religion, we’re not provided with easily available ways to deal with that. Hence spiritual crisis etc.

More on that topic later…



5 - Admission

6 - Admission7 - Admission8 - Admission9 - Admission10 - AdmissionPlease don’t call the p’lice. I’m not a knife wielding murderer, honest. It’s a visual metaphor!

This is literally to most honest thing I’ve ever drawn or posted in my life, the deepest I’ve ever gone, and potentially the most self pitying I’ve ever been in public but fuck it, it needed to come out. All you cool and groovy straight guys I know, don’t think this in any way diminishes your importance to me – I’m talking about groups, that’s when I feel it most. The social structures of heterosexuality, that kind of thing. The same doesn’t apply in more structured groups either, by the way.

And if you’re at all unsure of what all this means, or want to know, I’m totally down with you leaving a comment, tweeting, FB’ing or ‘ask’ing me depending on what method of social transportation you’re using to read this 🙂

1 - Endings and Beginnings 2 - Endings and Beginnings

 

It’s been a while… There’s been furtive appearances and abortive attempts at other kinds of strips etc, but SSRI proper is back…

On the one hand, this is a great thing! I love doing it, and it’s nice to have a reason to make regular, scribbly comic strips. But on the other hand, the impetus to do it again is that the benefits of my short course of CBT last year seems to be wearing off a bit, and I’m feeling the anxiety creeping into more aspects of my life again.

So here goes – I’m waiting on an appointment for a longer (20-session) course of person centred therapy this time, without meds, hoping that it’ll suit me better, and actually help me to get to the route of my problems.

As before, I’ll update you on my progress through regular strips.

Regardless though, it’s good to be back!! 🙂

P.S. I’ll talk more about my confession in today’s strip more in the future as I explore it further, but suffice it to say for now that this is a pretty big confession for me. It explains a lot of the choices I’ve made in the past, and also the choices I’m currently making…