I don’t really like directly addressing this sort of stuff. I mulled over whether or not to even post this comic today. But this is the sort of thing that happens when I don’t have a joke lined up: I get personal and overshare.

I’ve had anxiety issues for ages. I always masked it pretty well (better than my organizational issues, at any rate), but it’s gotten harder in recent years. The Wife, who often seems to know my mind before I do, told me I should get therapy. Not as a joke or a sarcastic dismissal, but as a legitimate concern for my mental and emotional well being.

So I did. Finally, after months of her prompting.

And…I’ll be honest. It’s hard. Really hard, some days. Sometimes I don’t want to do it. Sometimes I just want to hide from some of the things I’m learning about myself. But…well,sometimes you have to go through the rough bits to get to the good stuff in life. There aren’t any shortcuts here, sadly.

And really I do think I’ll be a better person for all of this in the end. It’s just that some days, I don’t feel like cracking a joke. Some days, I don’t have any jokes to crack. And some days, cracking a joke will be all that’s between me and a breakdown. But I’ve got some good supports in place, I’m surrounded by love, and I can get through this. Drawing comics is a good release valve for me, most days.

So anyway, regular broadcast resumes tomorrow, probably with a joke about Star Wars.