After the girl finished speaking, Jiang Siming was somewhat stunned. Depression that had developed tendencies toward abusing others or self-harm was indeed extremely serious.
"So later, I started playing games and occasionally watching movies. I stopped keeping pets, and I also moved out from my parents, because I was afraid I might hurt them." After saying that, the girl began crying silently again.
True depression sufferers were indeed in tremendous pain. Of course, those who pretended to be ill were just idiots seeking attention.
But Jiang Siming could tell that this girl was not lying.
Depression was not an illness that could be treated with medication alone. More than anything, it was a serious illness of the heart. Such an illness required the right methods and a long period of rest and recuperation.
"Have you ever thought about taking your own life?" Jiang Siming asked.
"Quite often, but I don't dare to die, so I manage to dispel the thought every time," the girl answered honestly.
Jiang Siming relaxed a little and asked again, "Are you receiving any treatment now?"
"Yes. I've been taking medicine, and my parents take me to see a psychologist once a week." The girl answered.
"Is it effective?"
"The effect isn't very great, but at least it makes me feel some hope."
"Having hope is good. Hope means you're willing to cooperate with treatment and willing to think in a better direction."
"By the way, where are you from? If you live near Shanghai, I can recommend a hospital to you. The doctors there are relatively reliable."
Jiang Siming also wanted to do what little he could. Of course, even the best hospital could not offer particularly great help for depression.
Because it was an illness of the heart, not something like surgery, a brain