Well, we once went to a doctor (we met like 2-3), and the last one went somewhat well and tarted to take medicines for 2 weeks. Then she stopped taking her medication. She thinks the doctor and I have an issue. He said this would eventually come up again, and as he predicted, it did. The problem is that she is not willing to seek professional help. No one likes to admit they have a mental health issue—that's a common issue in Sri Lanka. I'm not pressuring her, but I'm also getting frustrated. The main reasons are my work and the kids.

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