I've been watching The Flash. I have a list of TV shows that I rotate through. They are familiar, which is comforting during times of depression and anxiety. They are predictable: the good guy will win, the bad guy will lose, and the struggles only make the hero stronger. With anxiety, it's relaxing to know that some things will work out according to formula. It's not something to fall completely into and forget about reality, but it is a nice break from things and can be restful as one is trying to recuperate between hits.
During the times of depression, I question my worth, just as we all do. I've been an on and off again comic book geek since I was a teen. Something in the message of "Never give up. Keep fighting. Be the hero and do what is right." Of course, this is simplified. The stories, that my childhood comics told, held great struggles that molded the would-be hero into a true hero. Personal conflicts, emotional conflicts, lost loves, etc. They were rarely ever black and white, but there was always that knowledge that the good guy would come out on top. It was just the wondering of HOW the hero would work through it that made the stories so engaging. Realistic personal struggles wrapped up in fantastic scenarios.
It is true that the comic book industry was built from a rekindling of the world mythologies, which is why those stories have continued on. Batman is Theseus. Superman is Hercules. The Flash is Hermes. It's all just a retelling of some old characters. What we tend to forget is the process within these stories that led to these characters becoming the heroes. We look at the end result and neglect the journey as the most important element of these stories, of OUR stories.
Nothing is guaranteed throughout the journey. We are not guaranteed to become the hero if we fight on, but it is guaranteed that we will NEVER become that person if we NEVER try. We won't know, until that last chapter is written, if our efforts paid off, but, if we share our experiences, our stories, our accounts may be the missing piece in someone else's journey that was needed for them to do great things. In this, we might live on. The human species has made its leaps and bounds through the sharing of information and this incredible ability to learn from one another. To hold back your own experiences, to not share your struggles, insights, epiphanies, quandaries, and triumphs, this, my friends, is a gift to the grave and the grave alone.