Who understands the depression of wealthy people? I have a male friend who almost succumbed to depression. He's not a top-tier billionaire, but with assets and steady cash flow totaling over a hundred million, he’s comfortably well-off in any city—secure for life. His hometown is in a county in Sichuan; he works in financial investment, and his family runs a fruit wholesale business. He also owns a gym and a restaurant, plus two buildings. Usually, his assistant handles daily chores. To outsiders, his family background is enviable. His main residence costs over five million yuan, beautifully decorated, spacious, with wide views—nothing to criticize. His wife has been his college sweetheart—beautiful and familiar with everything about him. He’s openly said he truly loves her, and that hasn’t changed. He owns several cars, and the one he drives most often is a Range Rover SV. Everyone thinks his life is complete. But he says he can’t find himself, doesn’t know why he’s alive—it's not that he doesn’t love his family or is dissatisfied with life, but he just doesn’t want to go home. Despite having a big, warm house and someone waiting for him, he always sits alone in his car for a while after parking downstairs. He turns off the engine, switches off the lights, and the world becomes instantly quiet. He just sits there—no phone, no thoughts—just sitting. It seems only this tiny car cabin truly belongs to him. When he gets home, he often zones out on the sofa. The TV is on, the lights are on, people are talking, but he seems deaf to everything. His mind is empty, his heart is empty—he’s not thinking anything, yet he feels exhausted and breathless. He becomes especially afraid at night. Everything he does feels mechanical—eating, showering, talking, even smiling—like performing a role he must act out perfectly. After completing these actions, people are still there, but he feels an overwhelming emptiness. Two years ago, he was diagnosed with severe depression. Every time he comes to Chongqing for treatment, we meet and chat. Whenever he talks about his family, he’s in pain. He says he loves them very much, but they also make him feel exhausted. Until now, he still relies on medication to maintain his daily state so he can appear normal. Outsiders see him as still glamorous and envy him, but he always says he misses the days and life when he had no money—he’d rather be broke and happier! As a friend, I can only try to empathize, but it’s really hard to do so! If you could exchange your happiness for assets worth over a hundred million, luxury cars, and mansions, would you be willing?