英文灌水日记 8月31日(2)
我不仅没有以抑郁为耻,反而以它为傲——正因为我抑郁,我才能享受正常人享受不到的福利和待遇。
After being attached to Tulip (a non-governmental organization for depressive patients), I am always told by fellow sufferers how dreadful this kind of disease is, depressive minds are wholly taken up with one thing—end his life as soon as possible, as they rack their brains without finding a path to happiness. Too many brilliant people were taken off by it: Leslie Cheung jumped to his death, Utaoki jumped to her death, Yang Yang the vocalist jumped to his death as well, depression has brought immeasurable loss to mankind since Pandora's box was opened. Nevertheless, depression, judge from my own experience, is not a big deal. Since I contracted it, I liberated myself from the burden of an ordinary man. Without the fetters of a nine-to-five job, I can stay in my little nest, probe into anything I'm fond of and pursue anything I'm keen on; without pressure to get me married from parents, I can enjoy the fullest joy those fettered by marriage can't get. In spite of the years I suffered from depression, my disease never deteriorated to a point that I have visions of snakes and scorpions when I open eyes. On the contrary, I am eligible for care, help and compassion from healthy friends around me because of my illness. Therefore, to speak a few words seem absurd to normal people: I am not only not ashamed of my depressive illness, but proud of it—just because of it I am able to enjoy welfares and treatments a normal man can't get.