Once upon a time, the world of my sister Xu Yiyi was alive. Her pen can paint a gorgeous sunset, and her laughter can fill every corner of the house. She is the proud little daughter of her parents, and the little tail that her sister Xu Yinuo can never shake off.
However, one day at the age of 19, an invisible and cold wall quietly fell down, completely separating Yiyi from the entire world. Colors fade from her canvases, and sounds drift away from her world. Bipolar disorder - schizophrenia - these cold medical terms were like a greedy black hole, swallowing up her life, her sleep, her ability to feel joy, and even her will to live. She was trapped on an uninhabited island with only herself, talking to herself and unable to hear any calls from the outside world.
Sister Yinuo was the first to notice her sister's "disappearance". She watched helplessly as the bright girl became haggard, excited, arrogant, and indifferent. She was transferred to another hospital again and again, which raised the highest level of alarm for the entire family. From that moment on, this ordinary family with its own troubles condensed into a rescue team with the same goal.
This is a story about falling and catching. It tells how when loved ones are trapped in the dark night of the soul, an ordinary family uses almost clumsy persistence, reconstruction after brokenness, and never-extinguishing love to transform into a weak but firm warm light, illuminating the abyss inch by inch, and finally ushering in the dawn.
This is not a story of a miraculous recovery, but an arduous journey of love. It's about watching, but also about rebirth.
Purpose: When a loved one sinks into the dark night of the soul, as a close relative, we will also fall into a sense of shame and loneliness, and even have no way to tell. But the greatest thing we can do is not to destroy all the monsters for you, but to hold your hand tightly every night when you fight the monsters and tell you: "I am here."