This was an art project for school, the assignment being to do a piece on some social injustice. As a person who has been, is, and likely will be depressed in the future, I feel a strong shame when the topic of depression is brought up in a social setting, as if my struggle is some kind of a disease. The way depression is talked about is, for some reason, separate from the way physical injuries are discussed. My pain and injury is no less than that of someone with physical evidence that there is something wrong, which is absolute bullcrap.
Anyway, I hope you like the comic. /end of rant.
Holy shit Hannah.
50% of my problems are caused by not knowing where I stand with people. I need people to be blunt and literal and just up front with me. If you don’t like me, if I did something to offend you, if you’re mad at me, if there’s something annoying that I continue to do. I need you to say these things to my face or something. Like I will stop trying to talk to you if it annoys you or, y’know, whatever, but I need to be told.