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I guess I'm writing this as a therapeutic measure, uhhmm...to get things out of my chest, i guess. I've found that writing things down (even if its just a diary) help a lot to put things in perspective.
Anyway....thing is, I was worried about going for art school, not because of the course of studies itself or even job prospect matters...I was troubled aobut having to face constans social interaction in a daily basis; I know that most people take this things for granted, but social interaction is still a big deal for me. To put things in perspective...today at school one of the teachers failed to attend to classes and we had a couple of hours to fuck around, and I've been chatting with lots of folks, here and there, and was able to actually don't let anxiety get the best of me...I'm aware that this sounds like a run of the mill day for most people, well....it is not for me. It's been ages since i could feel confortable while sorounded by people I barely know.
Funny thing about depression...given some time, it becomes a part of your everyday life...it becomes, uhmmm, normal, in such a way that you don't perceive it as depression. I'm just becoming aware of how "not-miserable" i feel most of the time. I look back to when i was in college studying english, and i realized how fucked up, how sad, I used to be; spending most of the time in isolation, suffering from panic attacks, and so on and so forth. Ironic as it may sound, it gave me the tools to communicate with you, english-speaker folks ^^.
It sounds kind of cheesy, but NG folks have been a lot of help...I've been trying to find words to express how much I appreciate your kind words, feedback and help, but I'm kinda drunk right now. Sooo...thanks.