Commentary from November 9, 2013
This was inspired by an ask on Tumblr which recent science has shown to be a real thing. For a long time I had wondered myself why my own memory was so poor compared to other people — just thinking about things like what I had for dinner yesterday or what day I went to Disneyland takes some real concentration. Apparently a lot of people feel similarly and hence, a couple of depression comix were born (this and #154).
Art wise, the freckled woman is off model and I couldn’t figure out how. I didn’t have any previous comics with me when I was drawing to compare, so I kind of fucked up with that. The depressed character I’ve drawn so many times there are no problems with her. You know, I really should sit down and make some models for these characters so I can draw them consistently.
Art wise, the freckled woman is off model and I couldn’t figure out how. I didn’t have any previous comics with me when I was drawing to compare, so I kind of fucked up with that. The depressed character I’ve drawn so many times there are no problems with her. You know, I really should sit down and make some models for these characters so I can draw them consistently.
Does this mean that a depressed person has his memory affected? Or is it the anti-depressants that cause such amnesia? Or maybe I didn’t get the bottom line at all?
Indeed, depression affects memory.
I’ve heard it both ways. I’ve struggled with depression and OCD. For me, it feels like you get so preoccupied with the horrible present, that you forget the past and feel insecure about the future.
I thought it was because with depression your mind has so many bad experiences, that it blocks a lot from memory. I have a hell of a lot of blank spots.
the anxiety we suffer affects our physical brain structure literally and once one gets OCD added to the pile ….
believe me Amnesia would be a bliss … yes we tend to forget lots of stuff, people, names, even numbers, and ….
some of us can’t calculate in their own brains because the space is already occupied by self loathing
if it would be possible one wants to forget all their lives altogether … damn if it would have been THAT EASY! …. sigh
Started experiencing dissociation last year. It’s really scary. I spend 90% of the time feeling like I’m seeing the world for the first time. I’ll be in the middle of a conversation and just sort of “wake up” with no recollection of what the hell is going on. Can’t remember shit.
Wow, I’ve felt this before.
I’ve always had a hard time with memory loss since I was eight. I can remember things like what I ate for lunch a month ago, but names, dates, and other important things always seem to flee my memory. My friends know that I get really excited when I can remember some silly fact (like a character name from a show I watched with them a year ago) because I feel like I’m regaining some of what I’ve lost, even if there is still so much more to find.
This one really resonates with me. In the lowest points of my depression, I just completely stopped making dinners for my girlfriend, something that I had once loved to do because I love cooking and I love her. One weekend, I somehow mustered up the strength to surprise her with a dinner when she came home, then took her to a movie. She loved it. It made her so happy that she cried. That made me so happy, too, but when she texted me in the middle of the following week saying “Last weekend was so great. I can’t wait to see you on Friday” all I could take away from that was “Oh no, I don’t have anything incredible planned,” which threw me into a complete panic attack. Depression sucks.
Woah. I honestly didn’t know that my whole “not being able to remember things from even just a little while ago” was actually linked with depression. That… makes me feel a little better, in a way.
I think part of it is that with depression, I am so focused on just getting through the here and now that things don’t stay with me for very long unless they are incredibly significant. It’s like I’m on auto-pilot. If my mind is elsewhere at the time, of course I’m not going to remember what happened. Adding in emotional abuse and trauma, my memories are mostly blank until after I turned 18.