Some Things: A Void

Welcome to Saturday Morning Cartoons, a segment where five artists take turns delighting you with their whimsy, facts and punchlines on Saturday mornings! Our esteemed cartoon critters are Cameron GlavinAnna BongiovanniYao Xiao, and Brittney Williams. Today’s cartoon is by Cameron!




Cameron is an illustrator hailing from Ohio. When she’s not drawing, she’s probably very, very quietly having loud thoughts about: queer things, her eventual shop, what to watch next on Netflix, food, names for her future pets, and tumblr.

Cameron has written 70 articles for us.

6 Comments

  1. Ye gods and little fishes, that first panel speaks so loudly, let alone the explanations – if that’s really an apt term for a problem so intangible, yet omnipresent.

    Is it okay if I share this around, duly credited, and with a link here?

  2. This is the exact precise life feeling I am having this fall. I’m trying to come up with solutions or coping mechanisms or something, but it’s hard when the thing I’m trying to address is v slippery and elusive…Anyway, thank you for this!

  3. “You don’t have to touch the bottom of a profound emptiness to know that something is missing.” <- THIS! This was the feeling that got me to take the steps to restart therapy about two weeks ago. Knowing something is missing is enough! It's a feeling hard enough, and it's reason enough to know that I don't want to feel that way and can do things that could help me try to name what is missing.

  4. Cameron,

    Those are the words that I have been struggling to form these past few months. I am probably at the worst mentally that I’ve ever been and I can’t find a root or shape or word to describe where this is coming from and what is it that is holding me down. It is hard to find the end in sight when there hasn’t been an end or break in so long. Thank you so much for sharing.

  5. Empty vessel,
    emotional ghost.
    Like a black hole in my soul,
    Sucks the happiness out of life.

    Complete loss of hope,
    Unable to cope.
    Living in the darkest of midnights,
    Even In the brightest light.

    No energy to care,
    No desire to dare.
    Why go on,
    just lie here and cry.

    Depression; So yeah, that’s how it feels to me. Not an ounce of energy or the ability to ask for help and too wound around my own axle to untangle the mess. Just getting up sometimes feels like an insurmountable task.

    Just having someonr there is comforting, to help brush my hair get me going drag me get help.

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