I was crying very badly.
I was in Standard Two.
I didn't want to go to school.
I was scared of the teachers, and I didn't have any friends.


"Why can't you be like the rest of them? See? How all of them are enjoying themselves here!", yelled my frustrated father while pointing at my classmates.

Many many years later, I still ask myself this question.

Why can't I be like the rest of "them"?
People who don't seem to even need to understand what depression is.
The normal, majority people...

The normal - majority of people whom I envy so so much