In the gentle breeze, my eyelids fluttered closed, and I suddenly felt an overwhelming fatigue.

The suffocating sensation, which had long been absent, surged back like a tidal wave,

consuming me entirely.

I couldn't recall when my depression had begun.

By the time it was discovered, it had spiraled out of control.

The blade sliced through my wrist, and blood poured out, staining the hem of my nightgown in a rush.

The heavy, oppressive pain overshadowed the sting of the wound itself.

I stared blankly at the blood pooling in the bathroom, surprisingly hoping it would flow faster—if only it could all just drain away.

Then, my roommate, who had...