Since the sudden untimely death of her husband, Susan hadn't left home. She wouldn't even go for grocery shopping. It had been months, but she hadn't been able to gather the energy to move forward. Her mother was the one who took care of everything, she would do the shopping, she would take care of Susan's sons, she would cook. The only thing Susan did all day long was cry. She cried when she woke up and the other side of the bed was empty. She cried when she went to the bathroom and his stuff wasn't there. She cried for breakfast when he wasn't there to make her coffee. Most days she didn't have breakfast at all. She basically cried every time there was something reminding her of him. Susan spent her days curled up on the sofa.
Some days, Susan's mother tried to cheer her up, to make her realize there were still reasons for life to continue. Other days, she would try to shook her back into consciousness, telling her off as she would do when Susan was younger. But, whatever she did, Susan would only stare at her blankly and weeped.
Susan had considered suicide several times, it was the only solution she could see to finish with her infinite sadness. However, suicide meant taking action, and she lacked the will to do anything. She kind of expected to die one day in her sleep, that way she wouldn't need to do anything, and her pain would be over. Not once did she considered her sons. She didn't care about them, they were just a constant reminders he was dead.
Her mother tried to take her to the psychiatrist, but it was impossible to get her out of the house, finally she found a doctor who would visit Susan at her house. She was diagnosed with acute depression, and was instructed to take a cocktail of antidepressants and anxiolytics. Although she had detailed instructions Susan ended up taking the dosage she felt like. Some days she popped in pills like candy. On a particularly bad day she took a handful of pills and went to sleep. She never woke up.
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