This is the personal experience of a patient with depression. This work records the entire process of depression from diagnosis to cure, from suspicion to diagnosis, from treatment to recurrence, and finally to cure. It has gone through countless inner struggles. I hope it can help people who have the same experience.
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Sister, I can't tell now whether I'm really feeling uncomfortable or just pretending, and from time to time I feel an inexplicable desire for pain. First I pinch myself for fear of pain, then pinch myself, then twist myself, then use tools, and slowly, when I feel really bad, I hit myself when I can't hold it in any longer. I drilled more than 10 nails, and now I want to cut my wrists. When I react, I feel that I am making a fuss, but I know that at that moment, I really really mean it. When I play outside, I am an e person, very bold, enthusiastic and lively, but once I leave, I will close myself off. , So they all think that I am a little sunshine, and they tell me everything. But most of the time, I hate myself and feel that I am very hypocritical. I have random thoughts every day and can't do anything well. I am a useless person with poor interpersonal relationships. My studies are average and I can't find a job after graduation. At work... I often break down inexplicably and cry all the time. I feel like I'm going to explode if I can't hold it in anymore, and I feel the urge to see blood. But many times I decide that I'm just pretending, just to get comfort and special treatment from others [crying][crying][crying][crying][crying][crying]
I am also going through a period of depression. I am not interested in anything every day. I feel so tired. I felt so much and cried several times after reading this book. I hope I can get better like the author's sister.
I was very surprised to see the novel you wrote. I will read it to the end. I am also happy for you when I see the catalog saying that I have been cured. Looking forward to your additional work, keep up the good work.
Come on, come on, live well [pouts]
It's very real. I feel like I'm very contradictory. I feel like I'm just a performer. It seems like I'm really doing self-mutilation to gain some comfort and then I start to laugh at myself. I also can't catch my own thoughts, and want to record them, leaving nothing but chaos. The most important thing is mental activity. Every time I want to record something like this, my mind goes blank when I pick up a pen. Even though I was used to keeping a diary before, and I really felt like I was pretending when I was writing, so I couldn't keep writing. But the author writes it in great detail.
I resonate with your feelings. I've been there too. I can't say I feel the same way, but I understand you very well. I understand.
I don't know why, but when I read the words, I felt empathy. Obviously I have never experienced anything like the author's. I feel like every word is full of emotions, so thick that it seems to pull me in.
I don't know why, but when I saw what you wrote, I felt uncomfortable in my heart, and a pair of invisible hands clamped my throat. It turns out that someone is just like me, struggling between being sick and not sick [I almost cried] I didn't read the rest, but these words resonated with me so much, come on.
The author is really great, portraying the ambivalence of longing for relief and expecting to be noticed, as well as questioning whether he is acting, in a very natural and real way. He is highly sensitive, has good writing skills, and knows some basic knowledge of psychology. The personality constructed by these characteristics can be said to be a fairy tale. If I have the chance, I really want to get to know the author himself
I entered it and wanted to hug the "me" in the book at that time. I thought she was a girl who had just graduated from college. I didn't expect that she was married and had children, which made me even more sad. Although I felt sleepy while watching it, it was not because I was bored. Instead, I felt worried because of those descriptions. Even those scenes appeared in my dreams for those dozens of minutes... I will continue to read.
I cried when I cut my wrists during an argument. It turns out that depression is so painful. Every time I cut my wrists, it turns out that it is to relax...
I feel sorry for the author, come on
I really feel the same way and hope the author sister gets better soon!
Sister, I can't tell now whether I'm really feeling uncomfortable or just pretending, and from time to time I feel an inexplicable desire for pain. First I pinch myself for fear of pain, then pinch myself, then twist myself, then use tools, and slowly, when I feel really bad, I hit myself when I can't hold it in any longer. I drilled more than 10 nails, and now I want to cut my wrists. When I react, I feel that I am making a fuss, but I know that at that moment, I really really mean it. When I play outside, I am an e person, very bold, enthusiastic and lively, but once I leave, I will close myself off. , So they all think that I am a little sunshine, and they tell me everything. But most of the time, I hate myself and feel that I am very hypocritical. I have random thoughts every day and can't do anything well. I am a useless person with poor interpersonal relationships. My studies are average and I can't find a job after graduation. At work... I often break down inexplicably and cry all the time. I feel like I'm going to explode if I can't hold it in anymore, and I feel the urge to see blood. But many times I decide that I'm just pretending, just to get comfort and special treatment from others [crying][crying][crying][crying][crying][crying]
I am also going through a period of depression. I am not interested in anything every day. I feel so tired. I felt so much and cried several times after reading this book. I hope I can get better like the author's sister.
I was very surprised to see the novel you wrote. I will read it to the end. I am also happy for you when I see the catalog saying that I have been cured. Looking forward to your additional work, keep up the good work.
Come on, come on, live well [pouts]
It's very real. I feel like I'm very contradictory. I feel like I'm just a performer. It seems like I'm really doing self-mutilation to gain some comfort and then I start to laugh at myself. I also can't catch my own thoughts, and want to record them, leaving nothing but chaos. The most important thing is mental activity. Every time I want to record something like this, my mind goes blank when I pick up a pen. Even though I was used to keeping a diary before, and I really felt like I was pretending when I was writing, so I couldn't keep writing. But the author writes it in great detail.
I resonate with your feelings. I've been there too. I can't say I feel the same way, but I understand you very well. I understand.
I don't know why, but when I read the words, I felt empathy. Obviously I have never experienced anything like the author's. I feel like every word is full of emotions, so thick that it seems to pull me in.
I don't know why, but when I saw what you wrote, I felt uncomfortable in my heart, and a pair of invisible hands clamped my throat. It turns out that someone is just like me, struggling between being sick and not sick [I almost cried] I didn't read the rest, but these words resonated with me so much, come on.
The author is really great, portraying the ambivalence of longing for relief and expecting to be noticed, as well as questioning whether he is acting, in a very natural and real way. He is highly sensitive, has good writing skills, and knows some basic knowledge of psychology. The personality constructed by these characteristics can be said to be a fairy tale. If I have the chance, I really want to get to know the author himself
I entered it and wanted to hug the "me" in the book at that time. I thought she was a girl who had just graduated from college. I didn't expect that she was married and had children, which made me even more sad. Although I felt sleepy while watching it, it was not because I was bored. Instead, I felt worried because of those descriptions. Even those scenes appeared in my dreams for those dozens of minutes... I will continue to read.
I cried when I cut my wrists during an argument. It turns out that depression is so painful. Every time I cut my wrists, it turns out that it is to relax...
I feel sorry for the author, come on
I really feel the same way and hope the author sister gets better soon!
Come on author, I'm just like you