What's the point of living if you are completely unable to enjoy life?
Those who haven't encountered true persistent depression have no idea what it feels like to be incapable of feeling any kind of joy. In her case she also had constant panic attacks and was unable to function in society.
Is it really living if your entire "life" consists of going in and out of mental hospitals and never being able to sustain a normal relationship or conversations with any other human?
Article says two doctors confirmed it. This wasn't just something that popped in her head one day.
