I was a spoiled child. Although I was determined to make my way in the world, I never really lived independently from my parents. My mother's death left me depressed. Even when I heard people chatting about other people's illness, I would become nervous, short of breath, dizzy, and unable to hold my feet. If there is no seat, I will fall down like an onion. Of course, the guilt and irreparable regret arising from the fear and anxiety of life and death, as well as the memories of my mother's life, invaded me every night, keeping me awake at night, over-consuming my body, and damaging my liver and spleen. After taking Chinese medicine for a year, there has been little improvement. My mother still falls asleep every night. I want to get rid of my attachment mentality and become truly independent. Because I have limited vocabulary and lack of imagination, I lack the exciting experience of the ups and downs of the plot and the thought-provoking unexpected results, and it has no profound educational significance. It is just a wayward child's narration of decades of family affection. The content is very shallow. Please forgive me if it disappoints your reading experience.
Concept: Every adult was once a child