Light in Twenty-One Colors (Depression)

Damn it, my comments were swallowed up by Jinjiang again!! Jinjiang, how can I pay back what you owe me here??

If you still have stories, I'd still like to read them. I urge you to update the beautiful pictures. Do you still remember me?

The twenty-first floor, It should be white. Like snow-capped mountains, Or the ultimate light, Pure and cold. It seems that it is clearly in front of my eyes, but cannot be contacted, I can only watch the light called hope slipping from my fingers, I can only watch my faith being destroyed, I can only keep telling myself over and over again, No, you can't be helpless now, You don't have the qualifications, and there is no chance to allow you to be helpless. No, no tears, That's a cowardly escape, You can't be so sad about spring and autumn, because your material resources don't allow it, You don't have time, and you can't sink. Everything constructed in the mind, At least for now, not possible, You need to study hard and get good grades, You need to go to a good school and find a good job, You can't do it because of such illusory so-called everything, Give up your reality, It's not allowed, it's absolutely not allowed that you can't live, You must live and live well so that you can look forward to the light you long for. Even if the chance is one in ten thousand or even impossible, You have to take care of yourself first, At least you can afford to support yourself, You must operate according to this society well, You can't speak your mind, You can't open your mouth, As silent as a cicada. Because no one can understand you... Except yourself. (I think I may be a little depressed, or have a tendency to be schizophrenic? No, no, no, after all, I am still very cheerful and love to laugh. I don't know the cause of the disease, but it is almost the same. I have to be fine. Allow me to hide it.)

Hope you feel better soon.

I just want to hug you now

Have you ever tasted the delicacies from all over the world? Have you seen the beautiful scenery of the motherland with your own eyes? I remember saying that there were many things I wanted to do in the past, such as buying my favorite novels, watching sweet TV series, and buying a lot of postcards. When I have money, I will buy figurines [with the appearance of two-time goddesses!] And so on. Li Shu, have you been busy lately? I have final exams at the end of the month. And you?

Touch it, come on. Maybe everyone has different specific problems. I had a severe mental breakdown before, and I was under a lot of pressure. I was torn apart for more than two years. I was depressed and had severe hair loss and couldn't think efficiently. I felt that there was no hope in life (although it is still the same now, but it has not affected my normal life). When I go to Weibo, I see some very negative information about pills, which makes me feel even more uncomfortable. I can't talk to my family and it's hard to be understood. I stayed alone in my room for a long time, and slowly adjusted myself. Now I am a little better, but my social barrier is serious and it is difficult to make friends normally. In the meantime, I was reading a book on history, but now I see various pills and feel that I must live longer than those disgusting things. After doing this, I finally have the courage to live... (Actually, I just accepted the reality that I am a salty fish and choose to be happy every day. This is too unambitious, don't learn...) I hope the author can find his own way and get better soon. Proper exercise and diversion of attention may be better.

Touch! Go out for a walk more often. At least you won't be so lonely in crowded places.

Big hugs. Both are patients with depression. If you tell others about this kind of thing, many people will think that you are just looking for trouble and cannot understand our pain. I went to the hospital before and was prescribed medicine, one called Prozac, but I felt it was of no use. One time, so suddenly and without warning, I felt very powerless and desperate, and then I poured a handful of Prozac and swallowed it alive, but the eggs disappeared. So, I finally understood why this is an incurable disease. Therefore, I can understand Dada's feelings very well, and the reason for persisting in everything is my family. However, this reason cannot be the pillar that supports everything. I think it is very important to have a belief, and this can be done slowly. And if it is normal, when you are most desperate and everything seems to be meaningless, I think this is a way to set a time-limited task and then implement it immediately. Another thing is to find the source of depression and why I get depressed. I think this can help me understand myself more clearly and know the world I yearn for. Depression, I don't think, is about being negative and losing interest in anything. On the contrary, it is precisely because of what we long for in our hearts and the extreme contradiction between reality and the world we yearn for that we no longer look forward to the real world. These are just some very unprofessional words from someone who has fallen from the world (??). It would be great if they can be of great help.

I have been thinking for a long time and don't know how to comfort you. I want to know how Lizi is doing. . . Can you get back to me?