Unlike you, I didn't, let alone my parents knew what depression was. Looking back, it's called bully but I didn't know what happened. I only remember I felt so excited that our school building was high enough to jump down. It's my motivation to go to school at age of 15.

The moment, my parents and me recognized the importance of mental health, was when I really went to crazy.

I fell off the bed unconsciously, took off my clothes and danced unconsciously on subway, took elevator and wandered at night unconsciously. I couldn’t control my muscle and couldn’t slip my feet into the flip flops without my whole body shaking so intense that I had to attach my whole body to the wall…

When I got my conscious back, my mom took me to the clinic to take prescribed medicine. I asked, “Don’t I need to fill out the form if this is my first time coming to a clinic?” My mom said, “You’ve been here twice.” Sometimes, they brought me to a restaurant where I don’t even remember I’ve been to.

I made my parents suffer when I escaped the failure unconsciously. My goal is I can be able to make money while pursuing my passion for writing.