Commentary time. This strip hits a bit home for me because depression has made me stumble quite a few times in life, and every time I’ve stumbled I fell behind a little more. Soon, I’ve fallen so far behind that I can’t even see the same people I was in the race with. There’s a lot to this metaphor, and I feel it all the time. Almost any meeting of friends reminds me of how I’ve fallen behind, and I never read facebook because seeing everyone ahead of me in the race is so discouraging.
I guess if anything can be taken from this strip is the importance of getting help as quickly as possible, as any lost time to depression is forever gone. It puts your life on standby while everyone else’s is still going on. And the more time you spend in depression limbo makes it difficult to get back.
This is a really negative post, I’m sorry. But this is depression comix.
This one hits close to home for me as well. Sometimes a large part of the struggle is accepting, coping with, or ignoring how far behind you are or feel you are.
They say it isn’t a race, but even if that’s true you can bet your ass that it feels like one. One that you feel you are losing, or maybe not even participating in at all. And it’s hard to articulate the feeling of raw anguish one experiences in this situation.
You have someone who is willing to help you get back up? Must be nice.
Nobody mentioned anything about someone willing to help one back up, so I don’t understand the need for the sarcastic quip. If you’re referring to the comic, the female character is the recurring therapist character to show that even with therapy (note the word “therapy” on the bandage), you’re still going to hobble behind.
I like how you feel my comment “Must be nice” is sarcastic. It isn’t. Being able to have someone, be it a friend or professional or family member, willing to listen/deal with your depression is nice. You have someone who is willing and likely actually wants to help you. Me? I have no one who wants or is willing, even with being paid money, to help me deal with my depression. I’m one of those people who gets to deal with depression alone. I get to be the one to talk myself out of daily suicide wishes and self-harm daydreams. My only defense is to shut down and be as emotionless as possible.
You are hobbling behind because you have help. I’m sitting on the ground crying into my lap because I don’t.
I think you’re reading into this metaphor more than there is, because I never had help either. Many people don’t. It’s a metaphor, and you’re making assumptions based on a metaphor to make the point that your depression is worse than other people’s. This is not a competition who has it worse, which is what you’re making it, and it’s not a good to hear sarcastic remarks that downplay the suffering of other people. If people are getting help, it doesn’t mean that their suffering “must be nice”. Respect the suffering of other people, regardless.
I can understand how you think that no one wants to help you, and that you have to struggle with this alone. That’s what the illness does. But it’s not true. For example:
Here are some people who want to help you.They want to listen to you. And they’ll do it for free.
So when you have those moments you have to talk yourself out of suicide, contact them. They will help and they want to.
No one has no one anymore.