I felt like I couldn't face the situation, accepting that my child is depressed.
I was worried that once I admitted that she was sick,
she would just keep being sick forever.
That's why I delayed taking her to the doctor.
I was worried that it would become a long-term problem.
Her sister said she needed to see a doctor.
That's how we finally faced the problem.
I still have to learn how to deal with it.
Especially when I don't know how to communicate with you.
Or when you don't want to talk about it.
Or when you say you're fine, but I feel you're not fine.
Usually we just hug each other and cry. Then just--
Okay.
But the problem is still there.
Every time you talk to her, you want to solve the problem,
You want to make sure she's happy.
to let out her emotions, to share her emotions.
You're reminding me that I had similar struggles.
Do you think we're similar?
You never told me your story.
People around me used to say I thought too much.
"You think too much."
"You own everything. Why do you think..."
But still you feel empty inside.
There was a lot of stress in my life, especially as an immigrant.
I would just cry and cry in my car.
It wasn't that I felt sad about anything. I just felt helpless.
But I never told my children.
I feel like it's so unfair to her.
I'm the one who brought them here.
I should have had everything set up for them.
I should have given her a good life.
Let me... wait a minute.
I just feel like I'm not a mother who's able to help.
I try to help but I can't.
I really can't help her.
I feel very guilty.
I don't want you to think... that I don't care about you.
But I didn't pay enough attention to what you were going through.
Maybe we don't make progress after every conversation.
we learn new things.
I realize that she is much stronger than me.
Crystal also encouraged me to go to therapy.