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I was working for a computer software company.

I used to come to work by 8:40 a.m.

I worked all day until 3 a.m.

Our regular work hour ended at 5:30 p.m.

So we were forced to work about 8 hours for free.

It was considered normal to work overnight without sleeping.

I worked like that for about a year and a half

and eventually became ill.

I was psychologically on edge.

I could not register scenery around me.

I couldn’t tell what day or season it was.

I dragged my feet to work, looking down.

When I sat down at my desk, I could only see my computer.

I couldn’t hear any sound around me.

I could not even hear my boss’s voice.

Only when he kicked my chair did I realize he was calling my name.

I was afraid I would be fired.

So I wanted to keep my depression a secret as long as I could.

I was afraid that once I lost my full-time job,

my life would be destroyed.

I thought if I’m not a full-time employee,

I would fall in to a downward spiral.

The only job left would be at the bottom of society.

I was afraid that I would die soon from the pain.

He was an engineer and architect for a furnace company.

He worked really hard for the family.

His co-workers called my husband ‘the human computer.'

Because of the company’s worsening performance,

he was forced to do sales, even though he was an engineer.

It didn’t go well for him.

He didn’t want to admit his depression

because he was such a proud person.

"I'm really sorry to cause so much trouble for the company," he said.

He repeated this apology about 20 times.

I think it is a Japanese characteristic.

If you tell your company that you are suffering from depression,

will they support you?

On the contrary, they will tell you to stop coming to work.

And they will push you to resign.

That's why people cannot talk about depression.

Looking back on it, I didn’t give the problem enough attention.

On February 11th, 2004, It was 9:34 a.m.

I was surpised he went to the city of Nara.

I think for him the place we lived as newlyweds (Nara) was the best.

It was the place where he could see our old apartment.

He jumped onto the train track.

There is still so much prejudice towards suicide.

Families often look for culprits and someone to blame.

Many families split up because of suicide.

I want to create a society where we can talk about suicide more openly.

I could not tell people that my husband committed suicide.

I thought if I did, it would hurt his reputation and disgrace him.

My husband lived his life fully for 58 years.

He worked really hard.

I realized if I lied about his suicide,

I would be trying to erase how he lived.

I want to say to my husband,

“I’m sorry that I was not aware of your pain."

One worker does not mean anything to a big company.

Employess are just disposable.

But to me and to my family he was somebody who can’t be replaced.

After a husband commits suicide,

a wife sometimes inherits a huge debt.

If he jumped onto a train track,

the train company charges a lot of money to his family.

Building management charges an expensive “cleanup” fee.

People don't know how many problems there are

for the families that are left behind.

The company delayed our bereavement compensation application.

We didn't expect it until the next year.

They also claimed that my husband caused a financial loss

and postponed his retirement payment.

Without any support, or work, we could not last a month.

The reality is that there is barely any punishment.

We want to expose the companies that violate human lives.

They are hiding in the dark now.

We want to expose them.

Even if I win my wrongful death lawsuit,

my son will never return.

I hope this lawsuit raises awareness

so young people won’t lose their precious lives from overwork.