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So, fellow fuzzies, who will you drag with you into furry hell bring along with you for possibly some of the best fun you could ever have?

Few Internet phenomena have grown so huge as the droopy-faced feline known as Grumpy Cat. She is literally everywhere.  Well now, Dynamite Entertainment have brought us what is perhaps inevitable: Grumpy Cat has her own full-color comic book series. “Dynamite proudly presents The Misadventures of Grumpy Cat #1, featuring The World’s Grumpiest Cat and her brother, Pokey! With her ever-present pout and sassy disposition, Grumpy Cat has won the hearts of people everywhere. Grumpy Cat is the perfect combination of unbearable cuteness, instant fan appeal, and established multimedia presence. If you love the memes, the videos, and that irresistible scowl, then get ready for the wildly fun antics of Grumpy Cat and Pokey in Dynamite’s all-new, all-sensational Grumpy Cat comics!” With artwork by Steve Uy and Ken Haeser, and stories by a small army of writers, the first issue is available now. Check out the preview over at Comic Book Resources. Meow.

image c. 2015 Dynamite Ent.

This may turn out to be a large wall of text, but I just wanted to share my experience here. This post is dedicated to all furs who struggle with depression and other psychological issues, and to a lesser extent furs who have trouble finding where they fit in the fandom. Also, this is a new reddit account, I was woodenshlong before this, not that it really matters anyway. I changed it because I've only ever told one person this story, and I don't tell it lightly.

A little while ago I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, and luckily, I went a saw a psychiatrist fairly quickly after developing symptoms. This was around the same time I started actively going onto this sub, as I had just been lurking before then. Although I managed to see someone quickly to try and get a diagnosis and figure out what I needed to do to take care of it, it wasn't quick enough.

It hit me like a freight train. I went from being completely normal (albeit a little stressed) to full on psychosis seemingly overnight. At the time I was working at a humane society, and I had been hearing strange things all morning. I thought nothing of it. Then, as I turned into a doorway, I saw a very tall man in black standing in front of me. He pulled out a gun and I felt him press it against my forehead. Needless to say I was scared shitless. I scrambled out and looked through the door, and no-one was there. This is just one example of the hallucinations/delusions that I was dealing with at the time, as there were many. I never felt safe after that. I made an appointment for next week, thinking I could get through one week before seeing a professional. The symptoms got much worse, and I felt I was constantly in danger. The night before my appointment was the worst yet. I was convinced that the only way to actually be safe was to kill myself. I went into the gunsafe and pulled out my friends 9mil. I loaded a single round into it. I pointed it at my head. I pulled the trigger. It didn't fire. I looked at the round, and even though the hammer hit it, it didn't fire. It was a dud round. I couldn't believe it at the time, and I was so angry, but I kept myself from trying a second time. The next day, I went to the doctor, and we figured out a treatment plan. Finding the right meds alone was a battle. I was still very scared for a while until we figured everything out. But during this time, I spent a lot of time on this subreddit, and trying to be a part of the fandom. I still wanted to kill myself just to make the shadows and voices stop, but whenever the urge rose, I came here. I joined a furry chat, I designed a sona, I commented on art, and I engaged in discussions. Sure enough, we found the right treatment and I became myself again. So I guess what I'm trying to say, as cliche as it sounds, is that it gets better. No matter how trying or scary life seems, it always gets better. Period. There is always going to be a light at the end of the tunnel. I also used to think I wasn't really a part of the fandom because I didn't have a suit, couldn't draw, etc. But I am a part of the fandom, just by being here. If you don't know where you fit into the fandom, it doesn't matter! Just be as involved as you want and everyone here will gladly accept you. I know everyone here accepted me when I really needed it. This fandom means a lot to me now, especially when it got me through my darkest times. This fandom kept me from attempting a second time. So, from the bottom of my fuzzy heart, thank you. Thank you to everyone here (even you lurkers. I know you're there!). You all mean a lot to me and I love you all. I'm here to stay.