It’s been a while since I drew one of these metaphor strips so here it is. When depression is at its worst it feels like you’re just holding on for dear life, riding the waves of your illness and just waiting for the awful feelings to disperse. Or even the end of it all… and when you’re here there’s that feeling like it would be so much better for that to happen, but you have to hold on for dear life anyways.
Recently I’ve had a lot more time to draw and I’ve been putting the extra effort into the backgrounds. Each panel is drawn about the size of a credit card but I’ve been working to put more detail into it. These have come a long way from #1 where I was drawing only with a thick-black brush pen.