depression, comes slowly... then, suddenly.how long does it take, for -something- to heal, or what? i remember when i was small, i always slip and fall on the back of my head in my slippery kitchen. i'd bawl like a baby, cos i was that young. and grandma would come hurrying over and sayang my head, offering me that kind of empathy no one in the adulthood has been able to provide. and i got over it, enveloping myself in the nest of concern of a loving grandma.
the past year had been really hard for me. the rollercoaster of events took place in such a quick pace, i dont know if i have truly gotten over one and the next one came along. i often lie alone in my hotel rooms and stare into space, and think of all the things i went through, and how much it still hurts somewhere inside. and just as the tears start to well up in my eyes, i stop.
cos the one time i allowed myself to cry, i ended up feeling stupid, useless and tiny - after a few sobs. no one could be there to hold me, to tell me it will be alright, and to offer any form of empathy.
and then i thought about how i relate my eventful year to friends, i hadnt let on any hurt that is still in me, and sometimes, i laugh about them. and it reminds me of how i adapted to my 'art of falling down'. that instead of allowing myself to feel sorry that people are laughing at the way i fell or how clumsy i was or even to awkwardly shun away from the sympathy people try to offer; i laugh at it first, so that everyone will(might) be laughing with me, not at me.
and so i used the same method for getting by the hard times that i had. even to fi, sometimes i make humor of my hardships and make it seem nothing of them.
but as much as it really still hurts, i dont see any point in wallowing myself in self-pity and so i dont know how to talk about my pain, to anyone. and so i laugh and i smile and i joke and i......
really
feel
that
i
have
over-used
my
optimism
and
it
is
really
wearing
thin.