Thursday, April 4, 2013
Airing your insecurities certainly poses some disadvantages.
And it's not like I'm trying to bum anybody out.
In fact, I started this journal comic specifically for the purpose of showing how funny a life like mine could be.
But it's been hard lately, as I've felt like crawling in a hole about once a week in past months.
Part of it is stress (self-publishing is a monster.) The other part of it is that I'm a naturally inclined towards anxiety.
I feel better now.
That's the nice part of this, the fact that it passes.
So I don't want anyone out there worrying. All my coping mechanisms are fine.
I do worry that this represents a poor editing choice on my part.
Journal comic or no, this is a narrative whose tone I can bend and shape and put the face of my choosing on.
But I feel like it'd be dishonest to tell you that I feel great all the time, every day.
And if it's as comforting to others as it is to me to find out someone whose life you are privy to feels just the same amount of discomfort and anxiety, then I'm happy to admit to it.
Because I feel this on a weekly basis.
And I still do pretty okay.