Depression comics! Aaaah.
Bigger version here:
I keep believing this will happen someday but it never does. I am 30 years old and I still get waylaid by anxiety and depression.
What has happened instead is I’ve gotten better at dealing with it. Instead of curling up in a ball and crying in bed all day I cry for maybe and hour and then I try to do SOMETHING even if it’s just the dishes. I have to accept the fact that I’m never going to not be afraid of everything, I am just going to get better at managing my fear and maybe that is what being an adult is.
This is smart. And I have realised the same thing myself. I will never be a superhero who saves the world and doesn’t get sad or distressed (aaand even superheroes get depressed, like failing at saving the world or something). I must do the things I can, not forcing myself to do the things I think I should be able to do. Because it never really works.