Some light after the tunnel

Early this month, I was in deep shit - knee deep in depression, and I was really looking forward to getting sme help somewhere, but as no one is yet to visit my blog, as seen from the zero number of comments posted, I guess I must give kudos t myself, for thge moral fibre exhibited, to really get myself out of depression.

However, it was not without some help from a bunch of five friends - all of them girls, who helkped me out if it, actually talking me out of it. Well, one thing to note is that one of the girls, the youngest in particular, was instrumental to my present state. Today, the opther four see her, as the doorkeeper to my heart. We have now become best of friends, and I must confess, something emmotional is springing from the ...

But I am deeply concerned about the many others who are out there, going down with depression. Others, with stress. Can't we give them an arena, a panorama where they can exhale?