Stripped of My Safety Net
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Summary
For the first three years after I was diagnosed with severe clinical depression, Ethan was the absolute only reason I managed to stay alive.
He systematically went through our apartment and removed every single sharp object. He had heavy-duty safety netting installed across the balcony. When I took a shower, he insisted on leaving the bathroom door cracked open.
“Take your time. I’ll wait for you to get better.”
That was, until Chloe moved back from Europe.
She had just finished a master's program in psychology.
