Your mental health was going downwards. Again. It just seemed that whenever your state would get better, something awful would happen and send you once again ten steps back.

You were getting tired of trying, tired of failing everytime and walking on the borderline between choosing to live and suicide.

Your boyfriend found you in your bed, looking apathetically into space.

"Hey," Dick whispered, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind. "Do you wanna talk about it?"