My Qiao An

I don't like writing comments, but I have to say that this article shocked me a lot and I have a lot of feelings I want to express. This article feels to me more like a popular science than a novel, about "social phobia" and "mental illness". We always hear the word "social phobia" in our daily life. It may be a close friend, a classmate with a normal relationship, or it may even be that you accidentally pass by a few people you don't know at all and hear words like "I am a sociophobic..." From their mouths. However, I feel that the vast majority of them are not real social phobics, and they don't even know what real social phobia is. Maybe they just don't want to talk to strangers, maybe they are a little resistant to contact with people they don't know, but I think it's normal. There are only a few people in this world who are "social phobia". Most people will feel resistant, uneasy, and nervous about unknown people and unknown situations. I think as long as you have the ability to make friends, the ability to go out independently, and the ability and courage to talk to strangers, it is not really "social phobia". This article was quite depressing for me, especially the description of Qiao An's illness, his own reaction to taking medicine and withdrawal, and his resistance and pain when receiving treatment. I became more deeply aware of how sad "mental illness" is. The last time I saw a story about "mental illness" before this article was when I was in high school. As a composition material, the teacher showed us a true story: a girl (I forgot her name) suffered from bipolar disorder. She didn't know she had this kind of mental illness at first, but in her daily life, her mood was sometimes so low and depressed that she wanted to die, and sometimes she wanted to go crazy and die during some activities. The opportunity that made her admit that she had bipolar disorder and decide to receive treatment was one day when she was having an attack, she was arguing with her mother. She had lost her mind and saw a ball of hair on the floor. She picked it up and stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed it. Her mother was horrified and finally decided to see a psychiatrist after the two chatted. During the treatment process, she committed suicide many times, cutting her wrists, taking sleeping pills, jumping off buildings... Sometimes when she was awake, she didn't understand why she was like this. She was really in pain and wanted to die. But she finally came out very bravely and was reborn. (The story is roughly like this, the specific details may not be accurate) I was shocked when I read this story. It was the first time I knew what bipolar disorder was, and the first time I had a deeper understanding of the horrors of mental illness. However, because she didn't go into great detail about the details of her life or the pain of the treatment process, I didn't have any deep feelings other than shock, sympathy, and admiration. But this article is different. It really describes the pain of a person suffering from mental illness in detail. This is not a real case, it is a story written by the author based on movies and real examples, but I feel that there must be many such groups in life who are suffering from such pain. I saw it very sad and sad. Qiao An had parents who loved him, Lu Yihang who loved him, and the help of a psychiatrist, but he still spent so much effort to come out. I can't help but think of this kind of group in reality. They may not be understood by their families, and may not have the courage to see a psychiatrist. They may cut their wrists or commit suicide by swallowing pills when they can't stand it anymore. Thinking of this makes me feel heartbroken and depressed. Finally, I want to say that I hope all these patients can face it bravely, gain hope, and get out of trouble; I hope that healthy groups like ours can be healthy forever; I hope that when people encounter such patients, they can stop wearing colored glasses and be loving and kind. I have said a lot, but I still want to say that I really like this article, I like Qiao An's tenacity, I like Lu Yihang's gentle companionship, I like "Ghost"'s seriousness and responsibility and forbearing love, I like the love of my parents, and I hope the world is sunshine!

Baby, he is as big as yours

Well, no? At least three in a box. Two boxes in one night can only mean that there was an accident or it was early.

Do boys always show off their bodies for no reason when they live together? Hahaha, the visual sense is a bit strong

Qiao An has also finished this book~ Check in Looking at An An, sometimes I can't help but think of Zhi Zhi... Then quote the words of Zhizhi - "If you are experiencing pain, please don't give up on yourself, please believe that this world will bring you light." An An is also a brave man who dares to face it! ! Darkness cannot destroy light, but light can drive away darkness.

Ah, no, he has never seen a psychiatrist. Why? ? ?

It makes me so uncomfortable. I know that I am sick and I hate myself, but I don't insist on treatment. I just wait for other people's redemption and sacrifice. I feel unreasonable. But so far, nothing has changed in this chapter.

Is it because he hates himself and doesn't see a psychiatrist because his parents support him no matter what he does?

Anyway, it was an article from three years ago. No one cares about me anymore. So I have to say it casually. I'm really a little bit unhappy. I obviously like the two-way saying the most.

Was the medicine half consumed by Lu?