21 Comics That Capture The Frustrations Of Depression


21 Comics That Capture The Frustrations Of Depression.

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A lot of these hit the nail on the freaking head perfectly. The only one that kind of made me a little angry was #2. Here’s why… My daughter has type 1 diabetes and relies on external insulin to remain alive. You’d think for people it would be pretty simple to understand that not taking insulin = very sick and possibly dead. But there are still all these people out there (and advertisements) who say “You don’t need insulin.. just go for a run and eat some vegetables.” “Here have some cinnamon”. There’s ignorance regarding just about every illness out there whether there is physical, quantifiable evidence of it or not. Someone out there is always going to say “Pull yourself up by your boot straps… you don’t need to do/take/use that to get better.”

And after having lived with bipolar disorder for the past several years and now being the parent of a kid with type 1 diabetes… they are very similar. Obviously, they are diagnosed and treated way differently..but they are both lots of highs and lows, reaching for the ever elusive middle that is so fleeting and often seems impossible to attain. Meanwhile, everyone else seems to have some opinion, some judgment about why you can’t get and stay in “the middle”, something you’re doing wrong, like you’re just experiencing these roller coaster highs and lows for pity, or attention, or whatever.

Some of us just have more stuff to wade through. And #18 is pretty spot on in this regard. If you don’t have to wade through all this hard stuff then please reserve your judgment. It just makes it harder to ask for help when we finally build up the strength to ask. NO one asked to have a chronic illness (whether mental or physical), no one is at fault here. Certainly not the person living with it. It’s great to offer support, but think about what you’re saying before you say it. A little empathy goes a long way.

 

Bummed


I just Googled ‘RainyDayRamblings’ and as it turns out someone registered rainydayramblings.com, and it isn’t me!  I knew I should have registered that domain when I started this blog, but alas it is too late now.  What is even more of a bummer is that the site is a blog and the blog has and astronomically greater number of followers and more hits than I do here.  I doubt it’s because of the domain name though.  It just makes me sad that someone took my blog title and made it more successful than I have.  My first blog was called Rainy Day Ramblings and it was started in 2007 over on Blogger.  If you haven’t been over there it is pretty interesting stuff that I wrote prior to my bipolar diagnosis the beginning of 2009.  The URL is rainydayrants.blogspot.com

Time


It’s been almost a year since my last post here.  It feels like incredibly too long.  However, while I am a bit disappointed in myself for not keeping up with something that was very important to me not so long ago, I am okay with letting this blog fall into decline.  The reason?  I’ve been okay.  Except I am starting to realize that I really haven’t.  Sure, I haven’t been obviously episodic, but I’ve become a hermit.  That’s not exactly true, of course, but close enough.  I don’t really have any meaningful interaction with real people except my husband and daughter.  I’ve taken to referring to myself as a shut-in, but that isn’t entirely accurate either.  I still leave the house.  I still run errands and chat up the grocery store clerk.  I go to counseling (almost) every week.  That’s really it, though.

I’m happy.  And that makes me feel incredibly pathetic.  I’m happy because I am hiding from the world.  My “human” interaction consists of debating with people on the internet.  My life has been reduced to what forum topics are happening that day and whether or not it’s something I can discuss with my husband.  I do have to say that I am better informed now than probably any point in my life about what’s going on in the world, specifically regarding America’s political climate.

About a year ago I decided I wanted to have another child after over 8 years of insisting that the one kid was quite enough, thank you.  But I had this yearning. Continue reading Time

Leave Some Morphine At My Door


i’m at a blank.  I’m depressed, but I am having trouble putting words on this screen.  David came into the room earlier because he heard me bawling my eyes out.  We talked for a while and he apologized to me because he wasn’t paying attention to my warning signs.  Like the fact that I’ve been sleeping the past two weeks.  Today was the first time I cried though.  I had an interesting conversation with a friend and it made me sad.

I can’t sleep tonight.  We went to bed around 11pm, it’s now 3am.  I have yet to sleep.  I took some Benadryl half an hour ago hoping it would knock me out, but so far no luck.

We talked about how I need to make friends here in California.  I have a hard time keeping friends because I am flaky.  I’m good at meeting people, but I have no follow through and I am terrible about keeping in touch or making a point to “hang out”.  Ask my mom, she complains she never sees me and she lives six blocks away.  David said that he thinks it’s partly his fault because I have him and he doesn’t mind having me to himself, or something like that.  I was talking about how the friends I have I have known since high school and we’ve been in and out of each other’s lives since then, but I know that they would be there for me if I needed them, even if we haven’t spoken or seen each other recently.  Friends I’ve made since then it’s not the same with.  They’ve come and mostly gone.  Of course, that’s probably because they were “work friends” and when the job ended so did the friendships.  David asked me if that meant that I wanted to go back to work.  At least he got me to laugh.

I’m afraid to make new friends.  I fairly recently lost two friends that were important to me.  No, they didn’t die.  And most people would say I couldn’t have lost them because they haven’t really been in my life recently anyways.  Yet, I feel the loss profoundly.

Anyway, I think the Benadryl is kicking in.  I’m going to try to catch some zzzz’s.  Hopefully, I’ll be back later today to finish this post.

 

The One That Got Away


 

 

Summer after high school when we first met
We make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th Birthday
We got matching tattoos

Used to steal your parents’ liquor
And climb to the roof
Talk about our future
Like we had a clue
Never planned that one day
I’d be losing you

In another life
I would be your girl
We’d keep all our promises
Be us against the world

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away

I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you
I put those records on

Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the Blues
It’s time to face the music
I’m no longer your muse

But in another life
I would be your girl
We’d keep all our promises
Be us against the world

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The o-o-o-o-o-one [x3]
The one that got away

[Bridge:]
All this money can’t buy me a time machine (Nooooo)
It can’t replace you with a million rings (Nooooo)
I shoulda told you what you meant to me (Woooooow)
‘Cause now I paid the price

In another life
I would be your girl
We’d keep all our promises
Be us against the world

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The o-o-o-o-o-one [x3]

In another life
I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away

Someone Like You


I heard that you’re settled down
That you found a girl and you’re married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain’t like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
“I’ll remember”, you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Yeah.

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday it was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
That for me it isn’t over, yeah.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
“I’ll remember”, you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
“I’ll remember”, you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don’t forget me, I beg
“I’ll remember”, you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.

 

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