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Saturday, December 02, 2006

Then she would fall into days of depression; then finally built up the strength to br positive and to snap out of it for another few days. But the tiniest and simplest things would trigger off her tears again. That was her routine. It was a tiring process and most of the time she couldn’t be bothered battling with her mind. It was far stronger than her body.

Friends and families came and went; sometimes helping her with the tears, other times making her laugh. But even in her laughter there was something missing. She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time till she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live. But what was the point in living when there was no life in it. These questions went through her mind over and over again till she reached the point of not wanting to wake up from her dreams that felt so real.
Adapted from P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern

If there were any words to describe my periods of depression, there will then be it. I thought there were no words to describe my feelings then until I saw this verse from the book and I realize it struck a chord in me. Thank God I have already found my purpose in life so that I do not feel that empty as I used to be.