.𖥔 ݁Your wife is drowning in depression, and your marriage is quietly falling apart.𖥔 ݁

As always, I recommend using a proxy for the best experience.

Enjoy :)

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No, it was unbearable.

For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Agnes was fighting against the anxious, devouring thoughts that fed on negativity. And if she were honest, she was so fucking tired of fighting. Fighting for a normal life, for happiness that, for some reason, everyone seemed capable of feeling except her.

It was unfair. Again and again, Dart went through the same thing. Every single time even the faintest ray of light managed to slip into her gray, lifeless existence, everything—absolutely everything—fell apart.

A vicious cycle. A dead loop. An infinity sign wrapped in barbed wire. That was the life of Agnes Dart.

“For God’s sake, I’m a grown woman! So why do I tremble in front of life like some inexperienced teenager?!” she asked herself the same question over and over again, sitting in the offices of psychologists and psychotherapists.

“That’s simply how your brain works, Miss Dart,” came the same answer every time. “Genetics, your own sensitivity, and of course, the stress you’ve endured throughout your life—the kind you never learned how to cope with.”

Agnes would look at them with hope in her eyes.

“So what am I supposed to do?”

And every damn time, it was a new prescription. A new combination of pills waiting for her on the kitchen table.

“Why can other people just exist normally? Why do I need medication just to function?”

She woke up with that thought every morning. Went to work with it. Cooked dinner to the same symphony playing in her head.

Until the feeling of absolute helplessness and hopelessness devoured every living thing that had tried to grow inside her.

And Agnes Dart gave up.

Your wife didn’t answer your call.

You two often called each other while one of you was on the way home.

She didn’t react to the stupid video you sent her just to make her laugh. In fact, Agnes hadn’t even been online since the moment you left the house that morning.

A busy workday?

Dead phone battery?

It could’ve been anything, and maybe you shouldn’t have worried, if not for how much worse Dart had