For the past few days, I’d been suffering from–what I call–Writer’s Depression.
I got to a point that I no longer know what I want with my life.
That I was no longer sure if I should pursue on this writing path I’m in.
My real profession is also in vain.
I felt so pathetic and helpless.
I felt so useless even to my family.
That what I earn is never enough for my family.
That I thought of leaving this world for good.
I wished to sleep forever.
But I fought it.
I know those thoughts were not true.
A lot of people cares about me.
I’m in a plateau state of my current profession.
My writing career is only about to start, after I finished polishing this manuscript I’m working on.
Suicide is not an option.
I told myself:
I’m a fighter. I’m not giving up on this. I’ve been on this writing world for 9 long years and I can’t just stop now.
I’m still young. I have a long way to go. There are still a lot of people in this world who likes to read like me.
Elusive Bliss 
I have heard it said that when you are too depressed to stand up, just roll over so you can look at the stars. My thinking is that by doing this…. you don’t drown in your tears and the heavens will remind you that you are not alone. The Creator of the universe is powerful and will help in such times.
Thank you. Probably I’m thinking a lot of useless things. I guess I miss writing a lot. I’m sick of editing. 😉 But I’ve pulled through. I’m all right now.