Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1729

"And because of that, those suppressed emotions have completely transformed into physical pain and discomfort," the doctor continued, her tone growing much more serious as she flipped through the earlier medical history records. "Based on these assessments, you started showing signs of mild depression at least a year ago, but you have just been stubbornly enduring it this whole time. Over the course of the past year, that mild state has dragged on until it became severe, escalating into the intense somatization you are experiencing now."

Keeping her head down, Sylvia's eyes finally began to turn red. The overwhelming wave of bitterness and sorrow she had forcibly buried for so long suddenly surged up, completely out of her control. "Then what should I do?" She looked up, her red rimmed eyes meeting the doctor's as a rare vulnerability seeped into her voice. "How do we treat this? I cannot afford to collapse. Can you please help me, Doctor?"

The doctor patted the back of her hand comfortingly, her voice full of assurance. "You need to take medication. Your physical symptoms are already quite severe, and psychological counseling alone will not be enough right now. I will prescribe some relatively mild antidepressants for you. We will pair them with medication that regulates your nervous system to help alleviate the headaches, palpitations, insomnia, and hand tremors you are currently suffering from."

Watching the doctor rapidly type out the names of the medications on her keyboard, Sylvia asked softly, "So... is taking the medicine all I need to do?"

"No," the doctor replied, pausing her typing to look at Sylvia with strict gravity. "In addition to taking your medication on time, you must commit to weekly counseling sessions with me. Ms. Moore, the first step in your treatment is slowly dismantling that hardened disguise you wear." Handing over the printed prescriptions, the doctor stressed her final point repeatedly. "Take your medicine on time, attend your follow up appointments regularly, and absolutely do not stop taking the medication on your own under any circumstances."

Half an hour later, Sylvia walked out of the psychological counseling clinic's building. It was the dead of winter in the Capital, but the sun was shining exceptionally bright today. Tilting her head up, Sylvia squinted slightly against the glaring sunlight. In her hand, she held a plastic bag filled with boxes of antidepressants and nerve regulating medications. She looked down at the medicine, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She simply could not bring herself to believe that her depression had reached such a critical level. Slowly raising her right hand, she turned her palm upward to block the blinding halo of light streaming down from above. Closing her eyes, she focused on the warmth seeping through her fingers. After a few seconds, she slowly lowered her hand, watching the golden light break through to cast a comforting warmth across her pale face. She took a deep breath, silently vowing to herself that she would get better. Nothing in this world could ever truly defeat Sylvia Moore.

A sudden chime from the phone in her coat pocket broke her reverie. Sylvia pulled it out to see a notification from her group chat. Krystina had sent a message to their close knit circle of friends.

"Ladies, the holidays are over tomorrow. Let's get together tonight!"

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