I wrote, “I am sorry I am in a pool of depression…”
He must have smiled at this line and thought to himself, well! not again. You have done this a million times. You know this is not the first time and mostly not the last. This is you. And you know that, but you still would like to believe that you are sad. I am so sure that you will call in the next 10 minutes to say that you have made up your mind to move out. You will say, “Pata hai.. ” and narrate the whole boring story about the “so not happening woman!” But I have still not figured why you enjoy being the so depressed person when you have so much more to you.
But amongst all these thoughts he wrote, ” No problem in lyin in a depression pool for a while. you would be more fresh when you come out. So stop thinking, even depression won’t kill you, it would make you better :P”
Well that’s where lies the secret of my optimism, unknown energy to pull through all sorts of tough moments and the whole idea of being me!