growing up, i remember always thinking, “i’m still a baby. i’m in my crib, taking a long nap on a beautiful afternoon. none of this is real; soon i’ll wake up and mommy will take me to play in the park.”
one morning i woke up. and suddenly, i was very concious of reality.
i still try to lie and say i’m dreaming. it never works.
Sometimes that morning of sobriety is just what you need to accept something hard that you just couldn’t get past before. It can be a freeing experience finding that sudden acceptance of reality.
my motto in life is ‘accept and move on, fighting/denying will only dig you deeper’, and as such i rarely feel the immediate emotional impact of events. it’s helped me control my depression but I’m terrified that one day all of it will come crashing down on me at once and i wont be able to handle it.
I haven’t had one of those mornings in a long while… really in need of one right now actually. I feel a little lost. Keep it up with the wonderfully philosophical comics.
the fallout will be gone, no longer burning our eyes, our flesh and our souls. may we never need to go to these extremes again.
That’s my darkest nightmare. The real world is anything beyond my immediate personal scope, and i live in terror of it finding me.
ive woken up before and realized every thing was true…
…then i got sober
I dreamed once, and realized it is all real: the world, and heaven, and God, and Hell, too. I have never looked back.
I’m still waiting for that morning to come. I hope it happens soon, because sometimes I worry that it’s not going to. That no, it’s not all real.
That wouldn’t be terrible.
growing up, i remember always thinking, “i’m still a baby. i’m in my crib, taking a long nap on a beautiful afternoon. none of this is real; soon i’ll wake up and mommy will take me to play in the park.”
one morning i woke up. and suddenly, i was very concious of reality.
i still try to lie and say i’m dreaming. it never works.
Sometimes that morning of sobriety is just what you need to accept something hard that you just couldn’t get past before. It can be a freeing experience finding that sudden acceptance of reality.
my motto in life is ‘accept and move on, fighting/denying will only dig you deeper’, and as such i rarely feel the immediate emotional impact of events. it’s helped me control my depression but I’m terrified that one day all of it will come crashing down on me at once and i wont be able to handle it.
I haven’t had one of those mornings in a long while… really in need of one right now actually. I feel a little lost. Keep it up with the wonderfully philosophical comics.