Hi guys!I have two important things to say:1. I was recently put on medicine for anxiety. It worked for a little while, and then my anxiety increased. We increased it, and then my anxiety reached the highest level it had in a while. It stopped working again. I accidentally skipped taking it a day about a week ago. I haven't had a good day at school since. Please pray for me.Also, I have a very important announcement. I'm abandoning the comic and quitting drawing forever. I don't want to go into all the gory details, but I highly doubt I'll ever be able to draw or write or sing or do much of anything without bursting into tears for a long time, possibly the rest of my life! WHY WOULD GOD KET THIS HAPPEN TO ME!? I shouldn't have to go through this! It's just so painful to see all the damage I've caused. I don't think I can ever be happy again. Bye guys. I'll miss you so much. ;'(
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I am sorry to hear of your decision to abandon your work and would like to urge you to reconsider. I have enjoyed what you have done and posted to this site very much. I would invite you to view your circumstances a bit differently, however. God isn'tletting this happen to you. Our Lord loves you and made you especially as you should be, which is why perhaps you've come under attack from our Lord's enemy, Satan, who is exploiting your situation to discourage you. Remember, Daniel came under similar attacks as did Job, David and even Christ Himself during His 40 days in the wilderness. Also, some of the greatest artists and musicians our world has known went through things like this as well, such as Van Gogh, Mozart and DaVinci. All of these people went on and did amazing things and it just might be that God is about to do something wonderful and amazing in your life.
I'd like to repeat Miss Burgess' advice and remember our Lord's promise that He would always be with us, even to the ends of the earth and paraphrase Psalm 25: 16-17. He will turn to you and be gracious to you, for He knows you are lonely and afflicted. He will relievethe troubles of your heart and free you from your anguish.
Whatever you decide, please know you will be in my thoughts and prayers. May God bless you.
You should incorporate that into a comic in someway!
Sven Jacobs said:
When I was in college, I was down and out, and I heard a story from a different place and a different time, and I remember feeling better after hearing it, and while I'm sure a story will not quell the depression within you, perhaps you will feel better - like I did - after hearing it:
Once upon a time, there was a widow who lost her husband in a war. As the days, and weeks, and even years passed, she could not find comfort. The suffering she felt blanketed her face, and her countenance grew more and more dim.
Finally, when she could no longer handle the pain and anguish, she went to the catacombs, where it was said a magical man lived amidst the bones. She walked down a long stairwell, and finally found him in a small corridor that had never seen the sunlight. She told the man that her husband had died in battle, and that her sadness could not be quelled. She told him that she felt as dead as the bones in the graves around them. She pleaded with him to answer her how she would no longer be overcome with grief.
The magical man told her that he could make a potion that would give her eternal joy. But the potion required one ingredient. When she asked what that ingredient was, he told her that she would need to find a family with a horseradish root. The only catch was that the family needed to be one that had never known suffering.
So she went to every house in her village, hoping to find a horseradish root from the family that had never known sorrow. The men and women of the village felt sorry for her, and offered her the horseradish, but when the woman asked if they had known sorrow, they told her that they had. For wars, and plagues, and famine had affected everyone in that village. Families had lost sons. Mothers had starved. Daughters had been stricken by disease. And fathers had been lost by war. All of the families of that village had known sorrow.
So in despair, the woman ran back to the catacombs in hopelessness. As she walked down the stairs that descended into the Earth, she held onto the walls of dirt to keep stable, to keep herself from falling down in panic. Skulls and bones passed her. The darkness became more and more present. Overcome with grief, she stopped and sat on the stairwell. And she thought of how she failed to find the horseradish root. And she considered the families she had visited. And as tears ran down her face, the memories of the mothers and fathers and the children she met in her village flooded her thoughts. Slowly, she stood up and walked up the stairs.
After leaving the catacombs, she went back to the village, smiling.
Having problems with medication/ too painful to continue
Hi guys!
I have two important things to say:
1. I was recently put on medicine for anxiety. It worked for a little while, and then my anxiety incre…
When I was in college, I was down and out, and I heard a story from a different place and a different time, and I remember feeling better after hearing it, and while I'm sure a story will not quell the depression within you, perhaps you will feel better - like I did - after hearing it:
Once upon a time, there was a widow who lost her husband in a war. As the days, and weeks, and even years passed, she could not find comfort. The suffering she felt blanketed her face, and her countenance grew more and more dim.
Finally, when she could no longer handle the pain and anguish, she went to the catacombs, where it was said a magical man lived amidst the bones. She walked down a long stairwell, and finally found him in a small corridor that had never seen the sunlight. She told the man that her husband had died in battle, and that her sadness could not be quelled. She told him that she felt as dead as the bones in the graves around them. She pleaded with him to answer her how she would no longer be overcome with grief.
The magical man told her that he could make a potion that would give her eternal joy. But the potion required one ingredient. When she asked what that ingredient was, he told her that she would need to find a family with a horseradish root. The only catch was that the family needed to be one that had never known suffering.
So she went to every house in her village, hoping to find a horseradish root from the family that had never known sorrow. The men and women of the village felt sorry for her, and offered her the horseradish, but when the woman asked if they had known sorrow, they told her that they had. For wars, and plagues, and famine had affected everyone in that village. Families had lost sons. Mothers had starved. Daughters had been stricken by disease. And fathers had been lost by war. All of the families of that village had known sorrow.
So in despair, the woman ran back to the catacombs in hopelessness. As she walked down the stairs that descended into the Earth, she held onto the walls of dirt to keep stable, to keep herself from falling down in panic. Skulls and bones passed her. The darkness became more and more present. Overcome with grief, she stopped and sat on the stairwell. And she thought of how she failed to find the horseradish root. And she considered the families she had visited. And as tears ran down her face, the memories of the mothers and fathers and the children she met in her village flooded her thoughts. Slowly, she stood up and walked up the stairs.
After leaving the catacombs, she went back to the village, smiling.
Depression and anxiety can tear apart everything sometimes. I can empathize from experience with loved ones in my life. But no damage is beyond God's healing. I've learned that we go through these hard times because we are worth the amazing results. Diamonds are not made without pressure. Christians do not grow without trials and new chapters. I like to think of the trials of depression and anxiety as the enemy's most desperate attempts to stop us because there's so much amazing stuff God has planned for us (And the cool thing is, because of Jesus, we've already won the battle)
I have looked to the Psalms for comfort a lot these past months. They are good words to remember and think about. God is unchanging, he does not break his promise. He promises rest for the weary, and hope for the hopeless. You will be happy again. Happier than you ever thought possible. A psalm i keep coming back to is Psalm 25. Verse 16-17 specifically, but the whole thing is good.
16 Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted. 17 Relieve the troubles of my heart and free me from my anguish.
When i can't think straight or I can't seem to feel the way i want, i repeat the 'for i am lonely and afflicted' part a lot. God desires to be with you. To give you peace and love and artistic inspiration. He does things for your good and his glory. Your good. positive, wonderful, joyful!
You have my prayers, KG. Please continue to update your brothers and sister in Christ. Come to God with your aches and tell us how we may aid you in prayer. Prayer is a very very powerful blessing from our Heavenly Father. Ask and you shall receive.
And don't dismiss art quite yet. You can overcome any obstacle through Jesus Christ's strengthening.
Sorry, you're going through this agony. Will pray a lot for you. I have and have had friends who get ripped by deep depression. Definitely no fun; but they did hang in there an God did get them through to the other side. Be strong, sister.
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Dear Miss Adams:
I am sorry to hear of your decision to abandon your work and would like to urge you to reconsider. I have enjoyed what you have done and posted to this site very much. I would invite you to view your circumstances a bit differently, however. God isn't letting this happen to you. Our Lord loves you and made you especially as you should be, which is why perhaps you've come under attack from our Lord's enemy, Satan, who is exploiting your situation to discourage you. Remember, Daniel came under similar attacks as did Job, David and even Christ Himself during His 40 days in the wilderness. Also, some of the greatest artists and musicians our world has known went through things like this as well, such as Van Gogh, Mozart and DaVinci. All of these people went on and did amazing things and it just might be that God is about to do something wonderful and amazing in your life.
I'd like to repeat Miss Burgess' advice and remember our Lord's promise that He would always be with us, even to the ends of the earth and paraphrase Psalm 25: 16-17. He will turn to you and be gracious to you, for He knows you are lonely and afflicted. He will relieve the troubles of your heart and free you from your anguish.
Whatever you decide, please know you will be in my thoughts and prayers. May God bless you.
Mike Jacobs
Sven Jacobs said:
When I was in college, I was down and out, and I heard a story from a different place and a different time, and I remember feeling better after hearing it, and while I'm sure a story will not quell the depression within you, perhaps you will feel better - like I did - after hearing it:
Once upon a time, there was a widow who lost her husband in a war. As the days, and weeks, and even years passed, she could not find comfort. The suffering she felt blanketed her face, and her countenance grew more and more dim.
Finally, when she could no longer handle the pain and anguish, she went to the catacombs, where it was said a magical man lived amidst the bones. She walked down a long stairwell, and finally found him in a small corridor that had never seen the sunlight. She told the man that her husband had died in battle, and that her sadness could not be quelled. She told him that she felt as dead as the bones in the graves around them. She pleaded with him to answer her how she would no longer be overcome with grief.
The magical man told her that he could make a potion that would give her eternal joy. But the potion required one ingredient. When she asked what that ingredient was, he told her that she would need to find a family with a horseradish root. The only catch was that the family needed to be one that had never known suffering.
So she went to every house in her village, hoping to find a horseradish root from the family that had never known sorrow. The men and women of the village felt sorry for her, and offered her the horseradish, but when the woman asked if they had known sorrow, they told her that they had. For wars, and plagues, and famine had affected everyone in that village. Families had lost sons. Mothers had starved. Daughters had been stricken by disease. And fathers had been lost by war. All of the families of that village had known sorrow.
So in despair, the woman ran back to the catacombs in hopelessness. As she walked down the stairs that descended into the Earth, she held onto the walls of dirt to keep stable, to keep herself from falling down in panic. Skulls and bones passed her. The darkness became more and more present. Overcome with grief, she stopped and sat on the stairwell. And she thought of how she failed to find the horseradish root. And she considered the families she had visited. And as tears ran down her face, the memories of the mothers and fathers and the children she met in her village flooded her thoughts. Slowly, she stood up and walked up the stairs.
After leaving the catacombs, she went back to the village, smiling.
Depression and anxiety can tear apart everything sometimes. I can empathize from experience with loved ones in my life. But no damage is beyond God's healing. I've learned that we go through these hard times because we are worth the amazing results. Diamonds are not made without pressure. Christians do not grow without trials and new chapters. I like to think of the trials of depression and anxiety as the enemy's most desperate attempts to stop us because there's so much amazing stuff God has planned for us (And the cool thing is, because of Jesus, we've already won the battle)
I have looked to the Psalms for comfort a lot these past months. They are good words to remember and think about. God is unchanging, he does not break his promise. He promises rest for the weary, and hope for the hopeless. You will be happy again. Happier than you ever thought possible. A psalm i keep coming back to is Psalm 25. Verse 16-17 specifically, but the whole thing is good.
16 Turn to me and be gracious to me,
for I am lonely and afflicted.
17 Relieve the troubles of my heart
and free me from my anguish.
When i can't think straight or I can't seem to feel the way i want, i repeat the 'for i am lonely and afflicted' part a lot. God desires to be with you. To give you peace and love and artistic inspiration. He does things for your good and his glory. Your good. positive, wonderful, joyful!
You have my prayers, KG. Please continue to update your brothers and sister in Christ. Come to God with your aches and tell us how we may aid you in prayer. Prayer is a very very powerful blessing from our Heavenly Father. Ask and you shall receive.
And don't dismiss art quite yet. You can overcome any obstacle through Jesus Christ's strengthening.
Sorry, you're going through this agony. Will pray a lot for you. I have and have had friends who get ripped by deep depression. Definitely no fun; but they did hang in there an God did get them through to the other side. Be strong, sister.