Depression

Met a friend at the bus-stop today. (Seems like I'm meeting a lot of people at the bus-stop.) Told me she was going to see a doctor as she felt depressed, and there a few times she felt like ending her life. In addition, she was no longer interested in the activities that she used to enjoy. I was a little surprised when I heard that as she had been the happy-go-lucky type, and bells just went off in my head because what she's telling me are some of the signs of clinical depression.

I knew she did not see the doctor eventually as she went off to get dinner for her boyfriend instead. Felt sad for her and made me realise, maybe my life is not that bad after all. I'm merely frustrated and confused. Sure, I do feel like doing something rash at times, but the worst that I can think of is to disappear or write to Ministry of Manpower to complain about my cramp and hazardous work space. What's more, if I end my life nobody's going to write about the stupid Singaporeans... :D

All in all I'm thankful that I have a crazy family to come home to, some crazy secondary school friends and crazy ex-colleagues to hang out with, and a Heavenly Father whom I can count on.