I’ve been thinking about how this is the hardest comeback that I’m about to make, but nevertheless, here I am. All typing and (almost) happy again.
Talking about happy though, I hope everyone’s been having a happy new year so far. Well, we’re almost a month into it now. I think I’m getting the hang of how our dear time is always in a rush. I’m not complaining anymore.
My new year resolution: take a deep breath and just go with it.
My title probably sounds a little dramatic but the last few months of my life has been a bit affecting for me. One of the main reasons being: depression.
Up until today, I’m still not convinced that I could tell everyone about it, but I did tell someone (or else, I would have gone mad keeping everything to myself). It was my first time – after twenty seven years of my life – depression struck me hard and it was horrible. Absolutely horrible. I tried to keep myself busy but nothing worked. I didn’t want to talk or see anyone at first.
Until the last few days of November last year, I decided to go to London.
I started seeing and meeting other people. I took pictures. I posted things on Instagram. Once again, I tried keeping myself busy and eventually, I pushed myself through it. There were times when I still cried at nights, but thankfully, I fought through it.
To the people who had been through depression know that it’s not an easy subject to talk about. To the people who has never been through it would not understand. So, if you have a friend who’s been going through a depression, you can’t simply tell them you know how they’re feeling. Because believe it or not, you don’t. Depression is on another whole level of personal. It’s highly and solely the affected person’s prerogative. Though if you truly love them, keep on showering them with positive things and most of all, don’t ever give up on them.
Thank you for reading this post.
May you have happy thoughts always,