Depression is hard these days. I couldn't even come to the office. My mom came to rescue me. She cooks, tidies up my room, and I'm getting better.
My job these days is mainly translation. My boss knows my condition and doesn't let me work harder. Once I come back, I'll be able to do more jobs. If it had not been for this desease...no, I shouldn't think about it. I have to get over it to do more interesting jobs with interesting people.