Chapter 289 Depression
My mother was also shocked and said in a very bad tone: "Xinrong, you really went too far. How can you not treat depression as a disease?
If you don’t understand depression, why don’t you ask me?
This disease, like cancer, can be fatal. If you had told me earlier, Shuxin might have lived a few more years.
No matter what grudges we have had over the years, she is still my sister, and also your wife!"
So what is the grudge between them?
My intuition tells me that there is a bloody love triangle here.
I have a curious heart, but unfortunately I don’t know where to ask.
I have never heard my mother say a harsh word to my uncle before.
She always said that my uncle was talented and spiritual, and told my aunt to take on more housework. People like my uncle should not be bothered by mundane matters, which would affect his writing inspiration.
When I was little, I didn’t know much and actually thought my uncle was a great writer.
Only when I grew up did I realize that it was just writing reports for the county tabloid.
Whenever I published an article in a magazine, he would definitely buy several copies and give them away.
However, over the years, he actually became a well-known talent in this small county town.
With everyone's praise, he thought he was a great writer whose talent was not appreciated, and he looked disdainful of worldly affairs all day long.
I once secretly complained that he was so aloof and arrogant that even grains and cereals were not worthy of him. Wouldn't it be better for him to just eat wind and drink dew?
My aunt has a soft personality. I guess it was because of the double PUA from my mother and uncle that she gradually developed depression.
I have always found it difficult to understand my mother's attitude towards my aunt.
She was always indifferent to my aunt, but every time my aunt had something, my mother would definitely contribute money and effort. Anyone who saw it would think that she was a qualified eldest sister.
Just like for me and my dad.
I can't find any way in which she has treated me unfairly. She has done her best to educate me, but I just can't feel much love from her.
If Deng Sisi didn't exist, I would have thought she was like this.
Now it seems that whether it is me, my aunt or even my father, it is just her responsibility, but Deng Sisi is different. That is her love from the bottom of her heart.
My uncle, who is always cool, gentle and speaks slowly, had a flash of embarrassment on his face.
My mother is a doctor, so her opinions on this matter are quite convincing.
But my uncle doesn’t even believe the diagnosis of a regular psychiatrist, so how could he be willing to believe my mother, an internist?
Sure enough, he frowned and said, "Shuyao, why are you just like those psychiatrists? She's obviously a healthy person, but you insist on saying she's sick, making her think she's sick herself.
Are people with mental illness like Shuxin? Remember that idiot at the village entrance when we were kids? That's what mental illness is.
Shuxin's problem is that she's pretentious and has nothing to do."
My mom looked a little annoyed, but since I was there, she didn't say anything.
I know that she gives face to my uncle in public and rarely contradicts him.
This self-righteous straight male patient in the late stage of cancer, seeing that my mother didn't say anything, thought that what he said made sense.
He continued to express his opinion with some pride: "Think about it, there was no such thing as depression in ancient times.
Let’s not talk about ancient times. There is no such disease in rural areas now. People are busy working in the fields every day. Who has the time to think about other things and jump off the building at any time?
If you ask me, it's just that city dwellers are bored and looking for trouble, and even develop depression."
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