I’ll admit I know full well one of the ways I slip down into my depressive states is the sheer amount of solitude I typically endure. Outside of work, I think I’m around people I know once, maybe twice a week. And when it gets really bad for me, seeing groups of friends pal around sometimes only seems to amplify my self sorrow reflecting how alone I am 90% of the time. I honestly feel have way too much inertia after all the decades to try to ask or suddenly change it either. In a way, even the rare moments I do have are a slight improvement over the zero moments I had a few years ago.

Last week I did make a rando sketch for someone. Creative outlets have been another way I’ve gotten through times. While I was actually spending a lot of time that weekend making a new jumpsuit costume, I guess the ”more of the same” after spending a few days on it wasn’t really help liven my mood. But a few minutes on a sketch did help.

I know it isn’t going to be a “cure” for me, but maybe I should try to break even longer creative tasks up with smaller, completely different ones. Taking part in Inktober the last two years honestly was a nice daily focus point for me. Maybe not every day and maybe not always making a sketch, but I should try something.

And yes, the name is a play on the phrase “taking a mental health day”