Just in time for the holidays.

 As always, click for the more readable version…

Bad days.

There are good days, and there are bad days.

Bad days, the only comfort I really feel is lying in bed, watching TV to get my mind off how scared I am. It’s a safe place, and sometimes, the only safe place.

When people tell you “I just can’t get out of bed”, I think they’re feeling some of what I feel on the bad days. It’s being a kid again, where you had someone to come and bring you toast and tell you “everything is going to be okay” or “I’m sorry you’re sick.”

Truth In Cartoon.

So very, very true (click for a bigger version):