When I was fourteen years old, I bought charcoal with my best friend Li Zhen. Later, the news of her committing suicide by burning charcoal was in the news, and the missed call from Sitong became an eternal farewell. In the same year, my mother left without saying goodbye, and my father lied to me that she had gone abroad - I didn't tell him.
Later, I fled to Melbourne, wrote my story as an online article, and waited for a male netizen who said "come find me a year later." Unexpectedly, he disappeared like Li Zhen. Bipolar disorder, swallowing pills, five days in ICU, and one month of amnesia. After I got married and got pregnant, I discovered that my ex-husband had two ID cards, two families, and two daughters—one born to me and the other to his bigamy.
I thought fate was ruining me. It was only a long time later that I realized that all the suffering in the first half of my life was just for me to learn to stand up from the ruins. After a divorce, I drove to the hospital alone, had a natural birth in half an hour, and signed the consent form for the surgery. This is not a counterattack story, it is the process of an ordinary person picking himself up bit by bit.
Intention: Even if you experience darkness and loss, you still choose to live gently, use words to overcome yourself, and become your own light.