In the seven years since he suffered from depression, he had been given hope of living five times. The first time was when he was standing on the rooftop, and his friend desperately pulled him off the railing. It turned out that no one cared about him. The second time was when I saw the cat who was scratching the curtains and looking up leisurely to admire his masterpiece. In its world, there is no need to think about whether it will be disliked by others, and it must be very comfortable to live. The third time was when I was on my way home and I suddenly looked up and saw the sunset in the sky, remembering what I once looked like. The fourth time was the boy I met in the store. He held the warmest love in front of him, accepted everything about him, and tolerated everything about him. The fifth time was to dig out his old diary. His previous dreams were no longer out of reach, and there were people around him to help him complete them one by one. He was no longer a homeless person.
Gibran once said, I despised my soul seven times, but he saw the light of hope five times
I suffer from depression, and my prototype is the author, so I'll scold him lightly. Attack without prototype. Cats all have prototypes.
The writing style may be simple, and there won't be too many conflicts. It should be about ordinary daily life. Many things the author has encountered before, but there was no one else around at the time, so I hope Shou can be accompanied by Gong.
Purpose: Live well no matter how difficult it is, you will always meet the person who can pull you out of the darkness