In the beginning...there was a rubber duckie...

Before the question is asked, the thing with rubber ducks...they are just so adorably cute and chubby, hence have always brought me joy. I forget when it started, but my predaliction for duckies is so well known to my friends, that I have been given an abundance of them as gifts. Accumulating ducks turned into what I now call : The Duckie Shrine, with a jumbo 'Buddah' duck dominating the scene.

I now find myself in the lowest emotional hole of my life with overwhelming stress bearing down on me. I need to tell my story (if only to the internet) so I can unload some of this burden and possibly organise my thoughts. As a diagnose-ee of "Major Depressive Disorder" I'll take any emotional boost I can to overcome this.

Even if it only comes in the form of  petite, yellow water fowl :-)