hmm... today... good day =)

she was a nice and sweet lady, the counsellor at Monash Malaysia... someone who I found really easy to warm up to, someone who I felt I can open up to... it's a nice feeling knowing that you're talking to someone who is non judgemental whether professionally or otherwise. Most professionals say that they don't, but isn't labeling and diagnoses a form of judgement as well? I am not disputing the benefits of having diagnoses as guidlines to form a treatment plan, but then again, sometimes, the last thing a person who is judgemental herself against herself needs is to be viewed as a patient, to be put into pigeon holes of diagnoses that professionals so readily give us....

she gave me the impression that she cared.... and I guess for the time being, that is all that matters....

on another note, it's really a joyful thing to be remembered... Ms. Helen remembered me and it just made my day.... hmm... leaving an impact... it's a situation that works both ways....

and one thing... Arun, if you happen to read this, for the millionth time, bring your ID and don't go pandai pandai self declare to the security guards that you don't have an ID.... =.=

life sentence?

off meds and thrown into a whirlpool of delusions and hyped up feelings of mania....

just shows how meds control the lives of many psych patients with serious psychiatric illnesses, just shows how it's a life sentence.... once you've got it... that's it... it's most likely for life.... meds, hospitals.... loosing control....

hate it....

hate to see her like that.....

hate to see her loosing grips of reality....

yet again, perhaps it's my own fear that I am yet to face? perhaps this hatred is but projection?