Behind the Frenzied World Lies a Tranquil Meadow
A few days ago, an older sister came to me seeking help. Her 34-year-old son had left his job at a bank a few years ago to trade futures in another city. Being their only child, whenever he asked for money, they gave it to him. Years passed, and overall, he hadn't made much profit. The mother couldn't sleep at night, worried sick about her son who neither had a stable job nor a girlfriend. In her most emotional moments, she would call to scold him or blame herself, thinking she had ruined his life. Over time, those around her began to believe she was suffering from depression.