When Silence Is No Longer Golden

 Hello readers, it's me again (who else can it be). Here with another edition of obligatory new year post! I'm writing this right on the new year's day for the very first time! Actually it's just because I just finished showering and waiting for my hair to dry (my parents always say not to sleep with wet hair as it can cause rheumatism or something). So this is going to be a quick one, without references to any of the previous editions of obligatory new year post, since I don't really want to sleep too late and I believe the last edition is the very sad edition, and I don't really want to make myself sad right now. I think in all the previous editions of obligatory new year post, I've always made some sort of grading of resolution from the previous year and writing new ones for the upcoming year. Since I don't really want to read the previous year's obligatory new year post, I'm not going to do that and just going to do a quick reflection of how

 Hi readers! Another non-sensical post coming up (I'll trymy best to make it sensible). I'm not very sure where to start. I guess we can start from the information that I've been seeing a therapist/counsellor/psychologist/whatever other names these people have. I started going around April or May I think, and have been going about once a month for 3 times before a hiatus due to a business trip to the US (that's another story all together that I don't think I'll write about here anytime soon, tough luck :p), and have just started going again this month. The story happened on the second time I went this month, which was yesterday. The counsellor's office/meet-up place is in the Clarke Quay area. After my session ended at around 5.30pm, I was deciding where and what to eat for dinner. As I was deliberating, I walked towards the MRT, and decided to check out the river area, because what could be a better place for someone who just finished a therapy session for

 Hi readers! It has again been a looong while! Almost a year! Something shook my brain. Just a quick catch-up, between my last post and now, there's nothing much happened really. I've been basically living on survival mode, and I kinda made an attempt to fix that by going to counsellor starting in.... around April I think. It's the OTOT kind of counselling (not sure if that's the common kind, I had the impression that it's meant to be a regular thing). I've only gone about 3 times, and nothing much has changed so far. Maybe I should pick up the pace and schedule more sessions over shorter period... But anyway the reason I wrote this is something I talked about earlier this afternoon/evening with a friend. I decided not to put a backlink to them just in case there are people who know who's who reading this... Anyway we've just returned from a trip to the US (different trips). For some reason, this trip left some impression on me, about how.... free living