IH is so sneaky condition, isn't it?
It is invisible to others, yet omnipresent in our lives.
Some days you feel better than others and may even fall into gaslighting yourself that it isn't there - just because that is what everyone else around you has been doing to you for years. And then...you crash and realize that you were making things worse by ignoring rest and pushing through.

I would love to say that I have gotten out of that circle of hell...but I too do it.
I push too hard and then crash. I may have written and drawn 151 comics now (and those are just the ones you see, I have unfinished drafts galore that are not much more than off scribbles and text pieces) but sometimes the pressure from outside sources really gets to me.

And that is just the IH pressure. Put on every single other things going on in the world; all brought closer by the comfortable closeness of out cellphones...and you have a very special soup in your hands. Soup that keeps pouring over you, scalding and cold at the same time.

It is exhausting in a whole another level, and IH responds to that by, at least in my case, deflating me. My body literally feels like someone had stuck a needle into me just as I am about to burst, and lets all of the air out in a steady and strong stream. I flail about like a balloon loosing all of the hidden wind inside it...and am still. Arms heavy, body like a crushing weight on my soul.

IH tells us to rest, even when stress is just about to collapse on us.

And for me the stress...it has been pretty bad.

You can help me survive if by dropping me a ko-fi, or Tapas INK, sharing this comic around, telling people about it, commenting how you are doing, and just being the wonderful you that you are.

I'll see you again in two weeks.
(I dream that one day maybe this would be a weekly thing, but that would mean a lot more ko-fi donations to make it possible). :P

Stay safe! Take care! Rest and resist!