Before I seek therapy, I was feeling fatigued and very out-of-focus, blank and blinking from stress. But I managed to take extra afternoon sleeps to compensate my sleeping deprivation, especially that last time I have to sleep for 5 hours, which was shit for myself and other people who requires standard amount of sleep time. But when I got to work, my laptop BSOD'd, and I sighed in anguish and stress building up. But the good thing was that PS and CSP managed to backup my artworks nicely, in spite of I fucking forgot to save my works before it BSOD'd.
After some stress are gone, I have to do an sfc/ scannow and repair my Windows image, as well as backupping it, which was a good~mild stress start for both morning and early afternoon.
I went to the therapist to recheck my mentality, and giving out solutions and confide about my unstable emotions and depression. After all of the confiding, I go out and purchase the intended meds and take doses based from their instructions. After all of this, I did feel a bit of relief and some motivation again to continue my works, but still feeling like absolute garbage mentally; so I decided to practice on how to find something more entertaining, procrastinate tenfold lesser, reduce far lesser amount of drawing time and laziness after work, and sleep more, as well as other shit to improve my bad mentality. I hope I can keep on going a positive path so that my depression would not whoop my ass cheeks to the point I question myself any longer.
The world is a rotting shithole, we all know, but we just kept on living in it, so is my thoughts to it. If I pointlessly An Heroed myself, then I am a dumb nigger, and hell if I even try to kill myself over inexcusable shit, or unable to endure the spiraling depression that got your mind. Even in a bad mood, I would still continue to amusingly mock lolcows, continue living and do other shit to make myself feeling better overtime, in spite of how fucking serious depression was.
For the meds, there were zero antidepressants included, because it has a mental-threatening side effect that makes your life more fucked up and causing you to isolate yourself from society to cope. I am not a faggot, or even a dumb nigger, so I would still moving forward and continue living and enjoy the positive side of reality, much to my chagrin over political bullshit and rampant amount of batshit retarded debating, happenings and shit revolving around me.