Depression #17: Cockroach

There was a cockroach in the toilet this morning. I started panicking. Wanted to kill it but I was so helpless. I went to another toilet but before going in, I told my mum who was in the kitchen that there’s a cockroach. She came to my rescue. I had a panic attack after she sprayed the cockroach.

Looking back at it now, I find it funny how a small creature can set me off to a panic attack.

Went to see a psychologist today who has the same name as my fiancé. He can’t help but let out a little laugh when I told him about the incident today.

Pray For MH17

I woke up feeling groggy (in other words still depressed), lying on the couch, still trying to get a grip of myself. My sister came and sit next to me and switched on the TV, not something she would usually do on a working weekday. Next, she told me about the plane crash. I turned to look at the TV which was showing images of the plane burning and a big headline over CNN channel. I immediately went into a panic attack. An intense one that is, followed with 2 drops of tears.

I called out to my sister but I guess she was too focused on the TV. It was after my third call-out for her name did she realised I was trembling. She stroked my back to comfort me and then she switched channel. It was a bit too much for me to bear.

I was okay listening and watching the news after that in the afternoon. A very sad day indeed.

Depression #16: Mornings Are The Worst

This is what I discovered for this round of my depression relapse.

As of writing now (9pm), I’m a happy lady, all normal. Hence, based on the past days, my mornings are usually the shittiest. Then it gets better as the day goes along. Some days I’m not very hyper and chirpy but I would feel ok. Some days, I feel light and joyful.

This is better as compared to my first major depression where I was basically just shitty all day long, except for the suicidal thoughts that came this round. I can tell you I can kind of understand why a person would commit suicide because at that point of time, they can’t think and all they want is out – to end it.

I know mine are just thoughts because when I read about the young guy who committed suicide at the shopping mall just recently, I told myself I’m not going to be like him. And I keep reminding myself about all the people who love me, no matter how hard it gets when the depression creeps in. Easier said than done but I will fight this nonsense off.

I can only pray that I will wake up tomorrow feeling chirpy. And on another note, if you ask me which is tougher, depression or dengue, it would be depression. The suffering of dengue now is nothing to me.

Happiness is…#101

When a little girl shouts “Yay” while jumping up and down at the sight of me.

Happiness is…#100

Having a supportive dad who still treats me like I’m his little girl. He rubs my bruised knees and forehead.

Happiness is…#99

Having my mother by my side. Cooking for me. Listening to me. See me cry and cries together with me. Walking with me. Holding my hand.

Happiness is…#98

When a friend who has suffered from depression checks on you. It helps because you know you are not alone and the only one in the world that has this stupid illness.