This is the entry where I’m seeking help to cure myself. I need someone to talk to, but apparently the time now is 3.35 a.m. (as I’m typing this), so everyone is in their deep sleep. So, having not much choices, I chose to type it all here.
Couldn’t agree more
So here goes the case.
My name is Nora. I’m 23 years 8 months old. Currently pursuing my Masters in Education (TESL) in UKM. Have been through a few heart breaks and for this time being, I’m trying to move on from a guy whom I dearly love. That will do.
I’m a May baby, hence according to the materials I’ve found from the Internet, day-dreaming is my hobby. As a matter of fact, I LOVE day dreaming. I day dream about a lot of things. The good things, the bad things. Everything.
Things were going under control, this day dreaming stuff. Not until I’m having depression over love. I might write about that, later. Things become worsen day by day. I started to be less talkative than before, my appetite is deteriorating, I sleep more, and I cry a lot. I think I managed to kick off around 3 kilos of my weight. No complaints, though.
The depression is taking place concurrently with my day dreaming activities. Well, to be more clear, when I day dream, I would talk to myself. I started to imagine things that aren’t happen. As if I’m going through that. It’s kinda fun actually. Err, did I just make you think I’m a bit of psycho? Sorry about that bit, couldn’t help it.
Most of them are the sad ones. So, I would cry so hard when I daydream about them. It has always been about that one person. So, recently, it just come to my sense that I am having a delusion. Yes, I realised that I am being delusional. That’s a serious issue, my dear. This is a self diagnosed problem. My mental health is not in a good state. And I know I need help to overcome the problem.
Help me.