The Price of His Depression
Language: en
My boyfriend had severe depression. His medication and sessions with a top specialist cost over ten thousand dollars a month. To pay for his treatment, I worked myself to the bone, taking on endless freelance illustration gigs and running food deliveries day and night. My friends constantly warned me I was going to work myself to death. Until one day, I managed to snag a high-paying delivery order to an exclusive, ultra-wealthy gated community. I respectfully handed over the $18,000 premium sushi platter to the customer. But when I looked up, standing right inside the doorway was my…