Mrs. Amnesia: The CEO chased her thousands of times

City A’s First People’s Hospital.

Jiang Yuman was wearing sunglasses and a mask, sitting on a bench at the door of the psychiatric clinic, waiting for her turn to be called.

In the past ten days, she had suffered from insomnia every night and had difficulty sleeping during the day. She was depressed all day long and often had symptoms of depersonalization. Her survival instinct drove her to the hospital to see a doctor.

The psychiatrist gave her professional tests such as SCL90 assessment and brain fluctuation monitoring, and finally diagnosed her with moderate depression, severe anxiety disorder, severe post-traumatic stress disorder, and dissociative wandering disorder.

Treatment recommendations are medication combined with psychotherapy.

She returned to the empty apartment with the diagnostic report and several boxes of psychotropic drugs.

Since her accident, all her former friends have left her. No one wants to be with a person accused of "attempted murder." The sisters who once fawned over her as the "President's Wife" stopped contacting her. Without the aura of "President's Wife", those women would not care about her.

Now I'm sick and I'm carrying it all by myself, with no one to talk to. Staying alone in such a big house makes me feel emptier than an empty house.

She curled up on the sofa and cried silently.

The nightmare was heavy, and a group of women in blue prison uniforms came towards her. They pinched her face, pulled her hair, forced her to kneel, and pushed her around, "Smelly Sanba, how are you still alive? Why are you pretending to be sick? If you want to die, die quickly and don’t bother our brother An Yu..."

……

It was only when the delivery boy delivered dinner that she was "saved" from the nightmare.

After taking a few mouthfuls of cold food and swallowing a few pills, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep again.

Near 12 o'clock in the morning, she suddenly woke up and felt that her body was sinking continuously, as if she was falling into the cold deep sea. A voice that came out of nowhere kept looping in her ears.

"Everyone has abandoned you. What a terrible life. It's better to just die..."

"Your life sucks..."

"What do you use to fight against others?"

"A helpless orphan, what are you still doing alive..."

The thought of killing herself became stronger and stronger, and she curled up and trembled.

She wanted to die, but the thought of dying frightened her.

She wanted to call the hospital to find out if it was a side effect of the medicine. I looked through the various lists I brought back from the hospital but couldn't find the doctor's phone number. Sitting on the floor dejectedly for a long time, I suddenly remembered the man I met that night. He was a psychiatrist. He said that he could come to him when he needed help.

She took out the business card from her coat pocket and called the mobile phone number on it.

……

The phone was connected, and a warm, magnetic voice sounded.

"Hello."

"H-Hello, is this Mr. He Jianyan?"

"I am. Who are you?"

"I, I am Jiang Yuman, do you remember me? I was sitting in your car that day, and you said I had dissociative wandering disorder..."

The other party smiled slightly and said gently: "Yes, I remember. What's wrong? What happened?"

"Well... I'm very bad now. I, I can't help but want to die..."

Jiang Yuman cried while talking, like a frightened child.

"Don't worry, I'm listening. Tell me what happened? Why did you have such an idea?"

"..."

"This is just a thought in your mind. It can come and go. You don't need to follow it... This is not your real thought. If you really wanted to do that, you wouldn't call me... ...No, you want to live, this is your real thought...Don't be afraid, I will always be with you..."

The man opposite had a calm voice and a calm tone, which seemed to have a calming effect on people's hearts. Little by little, he guided Jiang Yuman to express those self-destructive thoughts and correct her wrong beliefs until she let go of the thoughts of death in her mind.