The Patient She Couldn't Save
Language: en
I have severe depression, but my mom doesn't believe me. Even though she’s a renowned psychologist. Lately, the urge to end it all has become overwhelming. I constantly fantasize about a peaceful world waiting for me on the other side. A world that waves to me, saying: "Child, come here. Everyone here loves you." When I stood on the edge of the rooftop, the last shred of survival instinct in my heart urged me to call her. "Mom, if I died, would you miss me?" If she had said just one sentence—"Honey, don't scare Mommy"—or showed even a flicker of nervousness, I would have lost the…