Thursday, September 30, 2004

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

So what's up today?

I actually recovered a little bit since yesterday. I now set up a light morning workout of 15 minutes in my bedroom. Just want to put myself together before I set out to see anyone. I mean, depression is now so real to me that I will have enough motivation to stick with it.
But I went to visit a professional anyway today. It was a great experience. I basically went through my feelings with the help of her (oh, let's call her "Marissa") questions. I realized that I am very angry about my family that raised me. I think they could do better. On the other hand, I also felt a little guilty since I did not do enough to help them.
We set up a weekly meeting, probably throughout this quarter. Some sort of cognitive-behavioral therapy, which I do not really understand, but will be more than happy to go for it.
The rest of the day, I am just doing great.
Moral lesson: depression is real. I am happy that I saught professional help before I sinked too deep into the hole. Be open. The therapy probably won't help much, I guess, but seeking for it will heal you half way.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

oh no.......

I suspect I am suffering from a minor version of depression since I came back from China. I just realized it today. When I looked online about the sympton of depression, it fits quite well. What's more, I worried that the depression has been there for a while, only having got worse when I experienced a sudden change from China.
I may seek professional help tomorrow, but I will try to deal with it by myself today to see how it goes.
.....
A follow-up. I called medical center for an assessment appointment, and I am feeling better already. I guess I've denied the disorder for such a long time that just admitting it has a healing function. The appointment is tomorrow, and I will see how it goes.
By the way, the girl emailed me back today, and I feel a little happier.
......
Well, that is the third time I am updating this thread. And my mood swing like crazy in the meanwhile. The moment when "depression" came into my mind I hit the deep bottom, and now I am recovering. It does not mean it is a fake depression. No, it is as real as the keyboard in front of me. The difference is that now I know what I am up against.


Monday, September 27, 2004


I've miss you already, Beijing overseas seminar! Posted by Hello

My mom and dad and my sister's baby daughter Posted by Hello

My first photo after dying my hair red Posted by Hello

another blog

I thought I would put the following thoughts in the previous blog, but then I decided to create a new thread in case people do not have the patience to plough through a extremely long blog.
I feel a little bit down since I came back. Two things bother me:
1. I feel my dissertation can be easily assembled right now. I have the theme, and I have red a lot of relevant literature. But am I just lazy or something? I just do not put any effort to try to put them together. By October 1st, I have to have something, I promise.
2. Maybe I feel in love again these days, but why the thoughts of it are so depressive? I hope it is just because the current stage of uncertainty. This girl makes me feel so comfortable to talk about myself. So intention or motivation to impress. I just want to tell her my family, my experience, my feeling, my everything...... and listen to her stories (or maybe I am still a good listener yet). I am still a little confused of what it is and what I should do next, but I do not want to miss the chance of being with her, for a while or for the rest of my life. By the way, is she reading my blogs now? Just kidding:-)
Ok, dissertation time. I am in the library now. Why it is so cold here? I should put a jacket here in the futre.

back from China

Hi, my friend. I have been back from China trip. It was a fun trip. I will load some pictures if I feel like it in the next several weeks, but uploading pictures or even blogging could not express half of my appreciation of this trip.
I definitely know Prof. Walder better now. A great person indeed.
I met four college friends I had seen for 4 years. None of their life stories surprised me. Some of them are still confused, but hey, who cares. I am confused too.
Of course, my family too. I finally have to admit that I have a quite dysfunctional family. Not that I will love them less because of that. But I am sad nonetheless and feel lucky that I am now thousands miles away. I tried to do my best to listen, to heal some accumulating wounds over the years, but I almost doubt my sincerity for doing that. It is very easy for me to escape from the mess (as I am doing right now) and say,"see, I did the best". But does that reduce my sense of guilt by leaving my family behind?