A confession

I really hope that you don't judge me after reading this post.

As you must have noticed, another blogging hiatus has occurred.

And instead of saying that I don't have the time, I'm going to tell you the truth. The honest and ugly truth.

I have depression.

Now, before you go off saying bad things about me, please listen.

It's been so long since someone's actually sat down and LISTENED.

It all started almost one year ago, during my exams. It may have been all the stress and pressure, or there might not have been a reason at all. Depression, after all, is a silent predator.

I started to lose interest in the things I loved to do, including blogging, and the few times I did blog, it took me a huge amount of effort to do so.

The thing is, I don't enjoy blogging anymore.

Even worse is, I've even stopped reading. I can't find the energy or motivation to read. It really is so hard to believe that it was something I used to love doing. Now, it's almost a year and I can't believe that I'm still stuck with it.

What touches me the most is the fact that some of my blogger friends still reach out to me, especially during times of distress. The blogging community is one I don't want to leave because I've met so many lovely people out there.

I want to specially thank Nova from Out of Time and Kayla from The Bookish Owl for always sticking with me no matter what. I love both of you so so so so much.

You are my constant reminder that someone out there actually cares. Thank you so so much.

It may sound cliché, but depression can happen to anyone. It doesn't discriminate, and I didn't know this until I was hit by it.

Be nice to everyone out there, no matter what. Anyone out there can be suffering, and you may be the only one who can help them. You don't want to be depressed, or suffer from a mental illness, because it's AWFUL.

Thank you for listening. This may be the last time you've heard from me, or it might not. I hope that it's the latter.