This article is adapted from the author's real experience.
There are many moments in my childhood that still come to my mind as an adult. Especially when I feel that life is so good and happy, they will jump out and tell me how embarrassing my past was. They are old scars that cannot be healed. I have always been a person who likes to escape, so when those memories come back, I try my best to make myself think about other irrelevant things. I kept numbing myself, hoping to bury all those memories. Later, I soberly discovered a tragic fact—burying does not mean forgetting.
I was diagnosed with severe depression, severe anxiety, and bipolar disorder this year. Although I was only diagnosed this year, I know these things have been around for a long time.
I often feel that there is no place for me in this world, so I write these words to build a utopia for myself.
Intention: Endless emotions are venting.