Happy pills are happy. They remove the gloom, anxiety and anomie of modern life. SSRIs love you. I am starting to understand why Eli Lilly made so much money. I lay in bed early in the morning feeling warm waves of ear ringing comfort and contentment. They vibrate my cns with fuzzy humid bath like relaxation and fluffy positive feelings as I lay on my side and stare at the room in front of me. But it isn’t a high or synthetic feeling and I don’t want to go back to sleep. It is a comfort and neutrality thing. It soaks up the pang of anxiety that I used to have when i would hear a car door slam outside on the road and it makes me aware of my buzzing ears where i used to be short of breath and scared I had some severe illness. Funny Prozac cartoon mascot illustration for the portfolio.
MERS virus Chad looking depressed and feeling depersonalized. He isn’t okay with his role in life as an agent of disease. MERS stands for Middle Eastern Respiratory Syndrome. MERS Virus cartoon. BTW I always make art about lung ailments because most of the time I am convinced I am dying of one. I have severe anxiety that makes it hard for me to breathe and it tries to trick me into thinking I have an obscure and fatal respiratory illness.
Orange bacteria monster that lives in the ears of old people.