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Observing Sad Realities Of This World, I Started Using Them As Inspiration To Create These Comics (30 Pics)
I was laid off in August 2019. I was sad. Very sad. so I began to write these comics—one after the other. They helped me shine a light on how I was feeling and turn a shitty situation into something productive. For the next year, I wrote one comic every day, looking at sadness as an opportunity rather than an infliction.
Granted, I did not expect things to get even sadder—2020 provided me with endless material... but damn, was it sad.
When I reached day 365, I took a break. I was not sure if I would continue, but eventually, I decided to expand the theme to encompass all of the thoughts, feelings, hopes, and dreams that I experience on a daily basis.
You can follow me on Instagram or buy the book "Oh boy I am sad," which includes the first 365 days (and then some) on Amazon.
In the best-case scenario, they help someone feel better. In the worst-case scenario, they help me feel better.
Much love,
Josh.
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This is how I feel when my dad visit me in my dreams .... miss him so much..
This is how I feel when my friends who I've lost visit me in my dreams. It doesn't happen very often, but when it does, it means the world to me. I like to think that it's really them, and not just a dream.
I assure you it is them for real. I tried to write the story here, but to tell it all I didn't have enough room. All I can say is that a dear friend who had died came to me in a dream about a year before my dad died. In it he blew on my hand 3 distinct times, like blowing out a candle. He asked "Did you feel that?". I did as real as real. "See?I'm not dead". Then he said this . In capitals for emphasis "THATS HOW YOU'LL KNOW IT'S ME " ??? A year later I was at my dad's bed as he was dying. Restless, confused, grabbing at things and yelling. Suddenly he stopped. Suddenly. He calmly reached for my hand and then blew on it 3 distinct times, just like my friend. "See? I'm not dead. THAT'S HOW YOU'LL KNOW IT'S ME". With that I knew my friend was right there beside me for my dad, although they never knew each other. Now whenever I dream of dad, when he's wearing his blue golf sweater, and only then, it's actually him coming to visit. He's always happy. K1tt3n, the dreams are very real.
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After my dad died I dreamt about him many times. One dream was shaking me tho. Our family (mom, brother, uncle, aunt and my father) were in a house on a beach. It was a very relaxing mellow summer day. The door was open and after a while my father just turned around and walked away. The rest of the family just watched him walking on the beach leaving us behind. And in my dream I thought: I will never see him again. Then I woke up and cried. 😔
This hits me in the feels. My friend died suddenly and I didn't get to say goodbye. I dream of him often.
My parents didn’t tell us and our grandma was going to die soon so they just had us go to My grandma’s house a bunch and have sleepovers And then they told us and we were very very very sad she died a couple months ago
Thank you for your beautiful story. I really appreciate you sharing it with me. I'm so sorry about your friend and your father. I'm sending love your way🖤 I've had similar instances in the dreams about my bf who passed and a few friends. It's like when I look into their eyes, I can see it's them, their eyes, not just a dream. I don't have dreams of my friends who've passed very often, but I see my boyfriend who passed quite often. I just want to thank you for solidifying that for me. I hope I see more of them soon.
I may get down voted, but..... dont worry about the big stuff. It's a tub of warm water that makes you feel better. That's all that really matters. Yes, you should enjoy the small things that make you feel better. "Whatever gets you through the night" John Lennon
We are all in the same boat in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty G.K. Chesterton
Dead people always are the luckiest ones because they do not feel the horrible pain of living anymore.
This can be so discouraging when you try to make a positive change and then "as usual" it all goes so wrong. Just makes you want to give up and hide. Sure, but not for too long, or you'll get comfortable with it. "No matter how many times I get knocked down I will get up again. I will never quit" Navy Seal Ethos
I must be willing to give up who I am in order to become what I will be. Albert Einstein.
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So, ya. Probably a lot of Pandas were telling me to shut up because I had something to say about every cartoon. The thing is, I have lived (note LIVED) with depression since I was 11 years old. I was not diagnosed until I was 32!! And the journey began. It's still a journey and sometimes it does get to me quite badly. It was only recently my psychiatrist figured it all out that it's really Bipolar ll, which can be very difficult to diagnose. I have been hospitalized twice. The first time was for a month a half. Actually a long time by today's standard. I was scary suicidal. But it was the place where I finally started learning how to heal and strategies to stay healthy/deal with the tough times. My heart breaks for those who are suffering and all I want to do is whatever I can to help. Pretty much all of my comments and replies were things that helped me in hopes they will help someone else, because I truly DO feel their pain.
I'm replying to myself to make sure I get this in. This was written by Admiral James Stockdale about one of the ways he survived the Hanoi Hilton (same prison as John McCain). "You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end - which you can never afford to lose - with the discipline to confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they may be." And with that I will now SHUT UP.
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So, ya. Probably a lot of Pandas were telling me to shut up because I had something to say about every cartoon. The thing is, I have lived (note LIVED) with depression since I was 11 years old. I was not diagnosed until I was 32!! And the journey began. It's still a journey and sometimes it does get to me quite badly. It was only recently my psychiatrist figured it all out that it's really Bipolar ll, which can be very difficult to diagnose. I have been hospitalized twice. The first time was for a month a half. Actually a long time by today's standard. I was scary suicidal. But it was the place where I finally started learning how to heal and strategies to stay healthy/deal with the tough times. My heart breaks for those who are suffering and all I want to do is whatever I can to help. Pretty much all of my comments and replies were things that helped me in hopes they will help someone else, because I truly DO feel their pain.
I'm replying to myself to make sure I get this in. This was written by Admiral James Stockdale about one of the ways he survived the Hanoi Hilton (same prison as John McCain). "You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end - which you can never afford to lose - with the discipline to confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they may be." And with that I will now SHUT UP.
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