For years I’ve been drowning my anxiety and depression in work. I saw several doctors but they said I had no reason to have anxiety so it must be temporary.
I worked more so I couldn’t have time to do nothing. Because doing nothing is overthinking. Doing a full comic book in 2 months on top of my full time job? No problem, I can handle it.
I actually couldn’t.
Doing my comic was no longer a pleasure. I burnt out. Suddenly, I couldn’t do anything. I spent days crying in bed without knowing why. Why couldn’t I just get up? What was the point anyway? My comic book was pointless. I was pointless.
Then I remembered what Jonny from Hope For The Day said.
“It’s okay not to be okay.“
Asking for help is being strong. So I went to the doctor again.