First person
You don't have to remember anyone's name.
In this story, there is only me and her.
At the age of six, my parents have been arguing constantly since I can remember. My childhood was filled with harsh arguments, and I got used to the never-ending crackling sounds around me early on.
When I was thirteen, I met my best friend in life, and I thought I had caught a glimmer of light.
When I was fifteen years old, I was diagnosed with severe depression, and the world around me gradually lost its color.
When she was seventeen, she told me that she must survive. I responded, let's survive together.
At the age of eighteen, I stood not far away and watched her jump from the rooftop. I was so devastated that I never trusted anyone again.
I managed to get through seven years of suffering.
At twenty-five, I jumped into the deep sea.
When I write this in the middle of the night, all the names are irrelevant, only a life that is exhausted is left.
[Warning: Severely depressive, including descriptions of original family trauma, severe depression, and suicide, no redemption, full BE, please read with caution if you have weak psychological endurance]
Purpose: Rebuilding oneself in brokenness is the greatest courage in life
