My Starting Point

On September 26, 2014 I went to meet a psychologist for the very first time in my entire life. My longing to solve my problems with a help of a professional was firstly popped out in my mind when I was in Junior High. This current depression eventually forced me to get rid of my hesitation and try my best to find a way out. Surprisingly, the little conversation with my psychologist, the one I regarded as a stranger, eventually made a difference.

She was such a great partner at that time. We discussed pretty much about myself. She didn't even give labels to my personality, or even give a solution to my mess. On other hand, she let me energize myself so that I could recall my 'first reasons' to live. Her willingness to listen to and try to see the good things about what I was talking about let me know that I still had a place to dwell.

She offered me a few alternatives in order to 'save' me. However, one that keeps staying in my heart is to make a journal of my life. These past few days I looked back, realizing there are plenty of things I might miss, things I always wanted to remember, but I let them scattered in the presence of unconsciousness that my brain and my memory capacity might not work as the way my heart wanted it to be. Tonight, I promise to myself that I will not just live my life, but will also create stories to remember.

It doesn't necessarily mean that I create this blog in order to be read by mass of people. I only find it easier to write by typing so that I can still have chances to edit my unsystematic thoughts before they're released. Honestly, I still hope that my story might make a difference into people's lives, too. I believe we live here for a reason. I may not be able to conquer my depression for now, but I just want to prove to the world that I will. And for those who have the same problem, I want to say that you're not alone. I hope you won't give up on this as what I will always try to do.

I can't promise you that all of my postings are going to be interesting. We just can't deny that sometimes life is boring. I will post various things here, starting from my essays on various things I need to do at school, my reviews on any kind of arts and literature, and all the little things that may have meanings in my life.




Painting by JAMES HART DYKE

307, October 16, 2014

11:57 PM (GMT +7)