Depression Is with Me

Well, come on! Now that the epidemic is almost over, are you okay?

On December 2, 2019, a person who suspected that he was depressed read your book. In May 2019, something unexpected happened at home, and my father was imprisoned. I have been supporting the factory at home by myself. For seven months, I really can't hold on any longer. It seems that survival is becoming more and more difficult for me. The pressure of life is all-pervasive. I feel like I am trapped in a pressure cooker. My temper becomes more and more irritable. I lose my temper when I don't go my way. I prefer to be alone in a daze more and more. I am always itchy for no reason, always feel sad for no reason, and I always think about death. Sometimes I always feel that it would be great if I died and I would be liberated. Sometimes I feel that the people closest to me have betrayed me. They don't understand me at all. No one understands me. But I know that's not the case. They still love me, but I just can't control myself. I can't control myself. I can't stand it anymore.

Dear, today is September 21, 2019. How are you?