“How are you today, Joohyun?” Her psychiatrist asks her, flipping through her file.“What do you think? All I do every day is pretending that I’m not hurting so I wouldn’t hurt my boyfriend’s feelings.”Her psychiatrist places his pen down, asking her to elaborate further.“I want to die, and I’m afraid he won’t be there to help me.” Forewordhaving depression makes me a creative person yet it is so torturing