There are chicken-and-an egg situations, and then there is IH and depression.
I myself have been lucky enough to avoid the latter, but the first I was born with.

Yet, I am always aware of my "blues". The dark times, the thoughts that come when you are so exhausted you can barely breathe, the weeks and months when everything is lagging behind and you feel so stuck in the survival mode that it gets exceedingly hard to see the light in the days. I know I am lucky enough to be able to see the light, find joy every day, and have just enough what I need not to tip into the darkness.

But many of us are not like me. And I see them.
And if you are one of them - I see you.

IH is hard. Beyond hard.
And the problems it causes grow, and they grow, and can start swallowing you whole. Fighting an incurable, neurological sleep disorder without a cure is a battle that never ends and that is mentally exhausting. That can, and does often, cause depression.

I see you.

So this text portion is a reminder to you, and to anyone who loves and IH person - what you are going through is real, it is okay to feel like shit and have days to vent it out. Don't bottle it in. Don't hide it. Don't "fake it 'till you make it" - it does not work for IH. Seek help when the darkness is coming closer, or if it is over you already. Take your mental health seriously, and treat it if you can.

And that broccoli in your fridge?
It's okay to toss it away and get more convinient foods. Frozen veg is just as good, even if it is not as tasty. Take shortcuts. Find tactics that don't make you feel like shit.

And please, if world is getting too much - find help. Your life is worth living, you are loved and cared for. You matter.

I'll see you in couple of weeks with a new comic. Take care, stay safe, and keep surviving. <3