Serious Monologue Flashcards
She had
chronic depression, ever since she was twelve.
Her father
had depression, too. And her sister. And I was on antidepressants for a while when I was her age.
She was
very high-functioning. She went years without any real incidents.
She had
control of it when she was in high school. And then, all of a sudden, things just…fell apart. She…spiraled.
I asked her
to move back home, but she said no, over and over again. She was hospitalized last summer. But I really thought she’d get past it.
I thought,
“It’s just a matter of time before she finds the right medicine, or the right therapist, …and things will go back to normal.”
That day,
we’d made plans to have breakfast.
I called her,
but she didn’t answer her phone.
I thought
she’d turned it off and slept late, so I went to her apartment and knocked on her door. It wasn’t locked.
I went in,
and…I found her lying on the floor in the kitchen…
Why didn’t she come to me?
I would have done anything for her. Anything. Didn’t she know that?