There are still more than a hundred days until World War II Day.
The World War II diary of a 21st ordinary graduate.
Rather than talking about a postgraduate entrance examination diary, let's talk about a psychological healing diary.
I am sick, diagnosed with anxiety and depression in September 21.
It has been recurring until now, and one person is healing on his own.
Very boring content.
And the entirety of self-degradation.
Patients can communicate in the comment area.
The writing style has deteriorated and the thinking is short-circuited.
I want to leave something behind, but I'm afraid that if it's gone, I won't be remembered.
Intention: Work hard to heal, work hard to struggle, continue to be broken, and struggle intermittently
