A Way Out of My Head

My depression is with me all year, but it gets heavier in the fall. When the days start getting shorter, I feel it immediately. I'm already someone who spends a lot of time alone, but around the end of summer, I get incredibly insular.

My maternal grandmother passed away in November 2016, which made an already difficult time of year even harder. Leading up to that trauma anniversary, I noticed myself trying to dissociate more and more. From the end of September through the second week of November, when she passed, I picked up on the fact that I drink and smoke more heavily.

I made this piece in October 2018, about a month after Mac Miller passed. I did it as a reminder to check in with your friends around this time of year.