Is it bad that this idea came up due to a depressive episode?

I had seen this used before, and it scares me, knowing that I had let someone buy this thing...

Aveappa traps the hearts of those it touches excluding its wielder. I once sold this to a man, but that man proceeded to use it to steal hearts for his collection. Those who lost their hearts became depressed, unable to do anything, and lost in life, no more energy.

The name of the person was Anuka. Ironic. She had approached me saying that she was interested in that specific weapon. My foolish self, aware of the dangers since my mother had died wielding it, had still let her buy it. 

I would deeply regret it a week later. The entire village had been enslaved by her. I had to battle her since she was beginning to plan to go beyond the village. I don't know why I hadn't called for backup. Perhaps I felt bad. Perhaps I knew that I had to confront my feelings about my neglectful mother. Either way, I took her on.

The battle was intense. I had to put all my soul, all my fight into it. All to save that one moment of my mother, who had been absorbed into the net. 

Why? I thought to myself. Why had I bothered? 

Even after I took her down, and released all those souls, even after I thought I saw her watching as a soul, I... I find that I don't know.