Yeah, I struggle with depression and stuff of that sort. This ain't a pity party, so I won't go into the details.
But, whenever someone wants to help me, I direct them to one of my favorite blogs, Hyperbole and a Half. It's ridiculously accurate explanation of depression, with a good dose of comic relief.
I showed my parents this article, too, and now my dad keeps talking about corn under the fridge. You'll understand that reference as soon as you read the article.
A lot of shit's been going on lately, so I decided to make some of my own Hyperbole-and-a-Half-inspired drawings.
Is this considered therapeutic? Goddamn, I hope so. It turns my stupid dilemmas into something to laugh about.
I'll probably do this more often. Each drawing only takes about fifteen minutes for me.
Here's my most recent one.
Yeah that's me. My glasses aren't that big.
The whole "sleep in heavenly peace" thing was a reference to "Silent Night," in case you didn't catch that. My dad sings that song a lot, whenever I get to bed before he does.
I was writing a real important letter, and I had started it around ten or eleven Saturday night.
Earlier on Saturday, I finally hung up my chalk board that's been sitting in the corner of my room ever since we moved in August. All by myself. I think that goes under the list of pathetic things that I am so incredibly proud of.
So, when I wrote my TO DO list for the first time in months, I was all motivated and giddy to get every damn thing done on that list. I blame my medication. Oh well. At least it's doing its job.
I guess I didn't realize how long it would take, because around one in the morning, I was so determined to just get something complete down.
My friend Julian told me to just cough it all up, and to be as vulgar as I want. Then, when I was a normal functioning human being again in the morning, I could polish it up and make it sound sophisticated and pretty. Even so, that was hard.
I know there are adults who know me that are reading this, thinking, goddamnit Sonja. Kids your age shouldn't be up at 1 AM. Get your sleep.
To that, I say, oh well!! Wee hours of the morning are meant for half-asleep writing, girls sleepovers, insomniacs, college kids, and new years parties.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a very important chess game to play.