Serious

Forward
Number 4
Refill
Things To Do
Am I An Adult?
Something Insignificant
Space
Hello, My Name is Grief
Books
A Case of Shit Bees (Impostor Syndrome)
Love and Grief
Expecting
Love is Love
Of Chronic Illness and Unicorns
Bingo
Things I Learned At School
Impromptu, Not-Funny Thoughts About 2016, Life and Depression. Also Cats.
Failure in A Minor (Some Other Girl)
Patreon, the future and feelings
I have a friend with an autoimmune disease, and I need your help.
Depression Lies
“Be Positive”: As helpful as the Microsoft Paperclip

 

I am working at my desk, writing with a green pen. There is also green in my body. Text says "sometimes ...". In the next panel I stop writing, the green is gone. I hold the pen up and tap it. Text says "I run out of ink". I am no longer at my desk. In the final panel I am walking on the green grass, listening to green music. The text says "and have to refill"