I’m suffering from depression. Who would have thought?
I don’t know how and when it started but I guess it was an accumulation of events from the recovery of my eye surgery which was very tough for me, a job I don’t find purpose or meaning in it, trying to be so many things yet not becoming any of it, was always feeling afraid, always feeling I can always be better.
I went into a state of hopelessness, helplessness, darkness and the inability to feel anything within me. In other words, I was just dead inside, which I think is worse than actually dying physically.
I couldn’t make even the simplest decision. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t concentrate. I feel that my memory is failing me and that there is a possible brain damage because I just can’t seem to connect the dots of even the simplest of things. Everything required effort.
As of writing, I’m recovering well and recovering fast. This would be followed by a series of my depression short stories. Stay tuned.