This is my real life. I have always wanted to write a book about myself, but I have no idea where to start. Why not start with my contradictory personality?
I always thought that one day I would get a terminal disease, it must be in the late stage, so that I would have a legitimate reason to leave the person who was dragged down by me. Someone once said, it turns out that your life is not your life, because you cannot control your life. I think my life is the same as mine. Is depression a disease? The doctor says yes, but everyone else thinks otherwise. Can I beat my depression? Can I make peace with my depression? Or am I groveling and being controlled? Is my bad life causing me to suffer from depression or is it because I have depression that my life is so bad?
Life is really long and there is no end in sight...
When I was 20 years old, I was extremely proud of my childhood. The older I get, the less I can recall my childhood.
Purpose: Healing