When I came home from work yesterday, I got into an awful mood. I started crying and thinking that I don't want to go on and that I'd like to follow my mom and go away with her.

I couldn't stop these thoughts and it was torture. Now I think I haven't got to the point where I'm suicidal, I don't really want to die, so why do I get like that?

Has anyone gone through the same thing?

Mom wouldn't want me to feel like this. She was always a fighter and kept going no matter…

Mom, I never realized how much I counted on you to be happy. Ever since I was born, we were apart just a few times. I don't know another life apart from the one we shared.

 I'm not suicidal, or in deep depression, you don't have to worry. But these days the only barely meaningful thing I've done is going to work. Guess it helps me because otherwise I'd have to be all day at home. Seems like I live because I breathe and I eat and I sleep, that's what life means these days.

 Mom,…