This is an atypical redemption story growing up in a mental hospital. I was severely depressed and met five women who were also marked by trauma: Han Wenqing who was determined, Fangyuanping who painted with iodophor, Zhou Ruofeng who collected candy wrappers, Deng Xiaoran who was a messenger in a wheelchair, and Chen Qianqian who was lost in meaning.
On this isolated island that is considered "abnormal", we have built our own civilization - recording emotions with paintings, refracting rainbows with candy wrappers, and connecting each other with the trajectory of wheelchairs. We gradually understand that those so-called "diseases" are just different scars left by the pressure of the original family, social expectations and emotional deprivation.
Here we are allowed not to rush to "heal" but to learn to live with our wounds. Real healing happens in the hands held late at night, in the silence of mutual understanding. When I was discharged from the hospital, Fangyuanping's paintings told me: We are not broken utensils, but seeds that will grow even if they fall into cement cracks.
This is not a story about how to become a "normal person", but about how six broken souls identify the direction of light in each other's cracks and grow their own roots in the most unlikely places. The crack is not the end, it is where the light begins to enter - when we learn to recognize each other in each other's cracks, we are no longer alone.
The idea: not to restore the original, but to give birth to new life in the broken places.