The news said: The number of patients with depression under the age of 15 has more than tripled in three years.
What a terrible number.
However, compared to the horror of the numbers, looking back on my own childhood, it seems that I was not very happy and free. My father loves to escape, my mother is strong, and my brother is not around, so I should be the "sensible" child.
But, I am still myself!
Sensible, this label makes me lose my self. I always want to be satisfied with the people around me, even if I am depressed, wronged, and tortured, I still want the praise and praise of others. Isn't this the situation of children now?
Fortunately, I have grown up!
The life you want requires your own efforts! Don't break or establish, be the master of your own life, don't be afraid of right or wrong, wind and rain!
Shout out: Love so and so!
Unfortunately, at this time, I met someone.
Purpose: Women should have their own opinions