More than half a month passed, I hardly wrote my blog. I really realized the feeble of the language. I don’t know how to express my frustration of these days. Because of continuous days’ nervous studying, I was too tired to concentrate my spirit on the text.
Every night when I returned my dormitory, I was so dismayed that I want to do nothing at all. I remembered I have read an article about depression. It interprets the notion and symptoms of depression, also with treatment. I begin to doubt whether I was in depression.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
There is no doubt that the only thing I can do is to insist on whatever has happened. I wasn’t shame for my frustration and either honor for my courage.
I often consider the problem like that how to enjoy myself with no stress. But it seems that it’s impossible. Conclusion could be drawn only when you have done it.