Depression is real. Even one small trigger is enough to survive.
After the sudden death of his psychiatrist father, the son sets on a journey to his father’s unexplored world of patients and their problems, only to find a set of blank suicide notes. Having never shown interest in his father’s profession, the inquisitiveness triple folds and the son contemplates whether his father was really a good psychiatrist. Finding blank suicide notes, no names of the patients are helping him. The only possible communication he finds is the patients’ addresses.
With his wedding nearing, the son finds the suicide stories. As he reads through their sentimental and depressed lives, he can’t help but stumble upon an unusual suicide note.
The stories are then told by each of the patients. The story first uncovers their problems and then on how they each contemplated suicide. After exhausting all the suicide stories, the son invites them to his wedding; thankful for the addresses on the suicide files. But, does he have high hopes? A hope that they would attend his wedding – a hope that, after all, his father was not bad at his profession; a hope that his father had indeed cured some people. Will they make it to the wedding? Will there be a survival story or just their depressing stories?