The Price of His Depression
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Summary
My boyfriend had severe depression.
His medication and sessions with a top specialist cost over ten thousand dollars a month.
To pay for his treatment, I worked myself to the bone, taking on endless freelance illustration gigs and running food deliveries day and night. My friends constantly warned me I was going to work myself to death.
Until one day, I managed to snag a high-paying delivery order to an exclusive, ultra-wealthy gated community.
I respectfully handed over the $18,000 premium sushi platter to the customer.
