It's been 4 months since it started going downhill. Like a child being pushed down a slide, my life has been pushed down a parabola. Down and down I go. I am not sure if I have reached the minimum point. The nadir. The abysmal trench. That absolution which signals a change for the better, where things will start to pick itself up. Should this go on, or get worst - my greatest concern - then my life may well be regressing to a full stop. I see friends busy with orientation, meeting new people, making new friends; having fun. I see friends going overseas, enjoying themselves, experiencing different cultures, exploring different sights; living life. I see friends getting into relationships, one by one. Yet I feel comfortable only when covered up - as much as possible without looking abnormal. I feel most comfortable in the dark. I have had to give camps and orientation a miss; excuse myself from social gatherings and meet ups with friends. I have become a hermit, not by choice but by circumstance, and I am not loving it. May this episode come to a end soon.
