Then you probably didn't read to the part where she only came back after seeing psychiatrists (read: not just some smug guy who's into absurdism), being diagnosed with clinical depression, and getting medication.
The comic was tiring to stomach - hey mister, what happened to depression being a gift that creates beauty? - because depression is tiring to stomach, because it's not a now-and-again, masturbatory, recreational musing into the meaning of it all you indulge in over some Camus.
She has gotten better enough to create this comic, after getting medication and professional help.
Again, after two years of not creating anything before she started treatment. I'm not sure why you think you're more qualified to determine if somebody was depressed by half-reading a comic they made after getting medicated than professionals she spoke to at length, while she was depressed, in the process of getting diagnosed, treated, and trying medication. I suspect you're not very self-aware.
You may find it useful to ask yourself, "which is more likely: a hilarious, talented artist stopped enjoying things she loves, quit creating, left the internet and isolated herself, went through the painful and difficult process of trying to explain what she was going through to others, went to doctors, got incorrectly diagnosed, and started medication with very serious side-effects because she doesn't get the Myth of Sisyphus, or...someone with no medical training who didn't even RTFA ran his mouth presumptuously about a stranger's mental health and got it wrong."
Or indeed, "who better knows what clinical depression is like - somebody who exhibited the symptoms of depression for two years before getting professionally diagnosed and medicated and the doctors who diagnosed her, or some guy who totally thinks about philosophy sometimes and stuff."
Things to mull over.
Your opinion is embarrassing, and you should feel embarrassed.
Honest question - did you give up counting, or give up finishing the comic at all?
She stopped creating these comics and fell off of the face of the internet for two years. She was eventually able to come back and share her experiences after getting professional treatment and taking prescription medication for some period of time.
Your post is along the same lines as many of the people shown in the piece (substitute philosophy for yoga while watching the sun rise, "I know exactly how you feel, but you should just <x>", etc.) It's also incredibly condescending to trivialize two years of debilitating clinical depression as a little bit of Sartre-deficiency because she was eventually able to come back after getting on psychoactive medication. I'm also not sure if you'e aware that feelings of meaninglessness and purposelessness are common in clinical depression.
Your other posts are even worse, as if depression is a gift (seriously?) to creative people so they can angst up a bit and play the tragic, misunderstood, tortured artist. Or even more callously, because it's entertaining for other people (my father was clinically depressed - it's not.)
Clearly you don't "empathize completely" and your suggestion that you've gone through "such crises" yourself is presumptuous and insulting, as if gripping with nihilism now and again makes you qualified to diagnose (and undiagnose!) mental disorders in other people - of course, if you have had to undergo prolonged therapy or take SSRI's daily, please do correct me. I'm assuming that you mean well, but your attitude is cavalier and you don't seem to have thought too much about anything you've said here.
The comic was tiring to stomach - hey mister, what happened to depression being a gift that creates beauty? - because depression is tiring to stomach, because it's not a now-and-again, masturbatory, recreational musing into the meaning of it all you indulge in over some Camus.
She has gotten better enough to create this comic, after getting medication and professional help.
Again, after two years of not creating anything before she started treatment. I'm not sure why you think you're more qualified to determine if somebody was depressed by half-reading a comic they made after getting medicated than professionals she spoke to at length, while she was depressed, in the process of getting diagnosed, treated, and trying medication. I suspect you're not very self-aware.
You may find it useful to ask yourself, "which is more likely: a hilarious, talented artist stopped enjoying things she loves, quit creating, left the internet and isolated herself, went through the painful and difficult process of trying to explain what she was going through to others, went to doctors, got incorrectly diagnosed, and started medication with very serious side-effects because she doesn't get the Myth of Sisyphus, or...someone with no medical training who didn't even RTFA ran his mouth presumptuously about a stranger's mental health and got it wrong."
Or indeed, "who better knows what clinical depression is like - somebody who exhibited the symptoms of depression for two years before getting professionally diagnosed and medicated and the doctors who diagnosed her, or some guy who totally thinks about philosophy sometimes and stuff."
Things to mull over.
Your opinion is embarrassing, and you should feel embarrassed.