It's a Sunday (finally) and I'm taking a breather. It's a rarity to be able to reach back at 7 odd, 8pm. Usually my day starts at 7 in the morning when I open my eyes and stop at 1030 at night when I reached back home, with an occasional 1130pm. My time has been pretty much divided between lab, work and tuition. Now that work is over, lab is taking priority and tuition is good at the money end.

I like the hectic schedule which just forces me to keep my biological clock in order and my brain active. Real lab, with a real project, is so different from school lab. It really is mostly independent work - if results are screwed up, repeat the whole thing; if results are good (eventually after a long period), rejoice.

That aside, while I was doing my hair yesterday, I was reading one of their magazines they had. There was an article about a woman who found herself pregnant and made the choice of aborting the child. Predictably, she went through bouts of depression, sucidal moods (attempted suicides) and total withdrawal from who she used to be. Her partner could not handle it and broke it off with her. And, got back together after she recovered, by herself.

After reading it, it made me question,

Isn't the whole point about loving and being with someone means going through the good and the bad? How can one enjoy the good times but find themselves incapable of being with their partners through the worst.

"If you cannot handle me at my worst, you do not deserve me at my best" - quotation.

Which reminds me of a short experience shared; a woman was handling depression, bulimia and anxiety disorders for 3 YEARS. Throughout it all, her partner stayed with her and when she asked him why, he simply said, if I cannot be with you at your worst, then I do not deserve you at your best.

I wonder if anyone can handle my worst; do I even dare to show my worst again. What about you?