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I heard about the psychological drama: the self-redemption of a 14-year-old depressed girl (1).
I heard about the psychological drama: the self-redemption of a 14-year-old depressed girl (2).
Chapter 9: Suppression of movement opened the door to another world for me
I have tried to scratch myself countless times in times of great pain, and the deep and shallow scars on my wrists have always reminded me that I am a depressed person. I just feel like I'm going to get some relief when I'm hurting myself.
The pain made me feel like I was alive. Since it's to release my emotions, can I choose another way? Just like a math problem, there can't be only one solution.
I checked the relevant information and saidExercise can produce dopamine, and a person's mood will improve！So, I started running every day.
Chapter 10: What would I do if I wasn't a depressed person?
I've been running for a month now, and I haven't stopped for a day. If you want to talk about the benefits, I don't know, anyway, I can eat, sleep better, and my body has some strength.
That's not the point I'm going to make, what I'm trying to say is, at some point in the middle of a run one day, I suddenly thought, what would I do if I wasn't a depressed person? Will I feel happy? Will I be passionate about life? Will I be hopeful for the future? Will I study hard every day? I was a little surprised by this momentary awareness, how did I suddenly think of this? I suddenly wanted to meet the person who had told me all the plausibility that made me feel justified, she was a counselor.
Chapter 11: My first counseling class
The first time we met, I admit that I came with the idea of a challenge, and she sat there with her glasses on, with a smile in the corner of her eyes that seemed to never go away.
The last time someone laughed at me seemed to be a lifetime thing, my midterm exam was in the top 50 in the whole school, and my teachers and parents were laughing and trembling, please forgive me for thinking about this. She looked me in the eye with a gentle gaze, asked me to sit down, and said to me, "If you're nervous, how about we stand up and talk?" Need to stand up or not? There was a teasing look in her eyes. I hurriedly said no nervousness, no nervousness, well, I don't hate this beginning.
She didn't look like any of my teachers, nor like my parents, and in her eyes, I seemed to see myself.
I have experienced a lot of moments of eye avoidance, I have experienced a lot of moments of lack of light in my eyes, and suddenly I have a point of focus, which makes me suddenly a little flatteredI think I'm willing to try again for this moment's hope.
(To be continued.)