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The cold violence of his native family, the blow of failure in the college entrance examination, the frustration in the workplace, and the betrayal of love pushed him to a desperate situation. I once stopped taking medication without authorization and almost died, I once avoided social contact and isolated myself, and I once felt that living was torture. But I didn't give up. From drug control to cognitive awakening, from escaping trauma to facing regret, from self-loathing to reconciliation with the world, this was a decade-long self-salvation. There is no chicken soup, it is all a real experience of blood and tears. When he finally came out of the haze, he realized that depression is not a terminal disease. If you accept imperfection, you can crawl back to the world from hell.