Only one day..
at a time, is possible for me.
It will almost be 2 years now since I moved from NYC to Singapore. My *updated* reflections/takeaways?
On my Post-NYC Bout of Depression:
- One goes through cycles of depression and contentness, and that is normal
- My quality of relationships here are abysmal relative to what I used to have, and that I am also coining normal for various reasons
- I do not crave going to artsy fartsy cultural and local events anymore because I have set such low standards that I do not see the point
- I cannot be the only one
On Self-Growth Despite the Depression:
- I have a new perspective now because of this forced growth
- I have a stronger direction career-wise because of the path I’ve taken
- I have come to realize that maybe this is just Life as an adult
- But then again, why should I accept a life I do not want? There is no reason to if I can help it.