It was a sunny morning, and I was riding my bike through the bustling streets, and I was in a very happy mood. It was my first working day after graduating from college, and I imagined my future life with great anticipation. However, when I returned to the home where I lived with my mother, the familiar discomfort came over me.
My name is Li Tao, an ordinary office worker. In my heart, my mother has always been a hardworking, kind, and selfless person. However, despite my deep relationship with my mother, living together made me feel uncomfortable. This discomfort is not due to my mother's interference in my life, but from an indescribable sense of depression.
That night, as I lay in bed, my mind kept flashing back to the time I spent with my mother as a child. My mother was widowed when I was a child, and she brought me up alone. I know that she has given so much for me, and I should be grateful to her and cherish every moment I spend with her. However, the discomfort was like an invisible chasm that I couldn't overcome.
I started to reflect on my life and try to figure out the discomfort. However, no matter how much I thought, I couldn't find the answer. I became more and more depressed, and even began to wonder if I was an unfilial son.
Just when I was in a state of confusion, a chance chance changed my life. That day, I met an old classmate at the company, and he told me that he was taking a counseling course to help people with psychological problems. It dawned on me that maybe I should try counseling to find out what was uncomfortable in me.
I started counselling and met with the psychologist every week to talk to them about my troubles. Under the guidance of a psychiatrist, I gradually recalled some things from my childhood. It turned out that when I was a child, my mother always put me first in order to give me a better life, but neglected her own needs. I knew she was doing it for my good, but I felt depressed because I couldn't reciprocate her efforts.
The psychiatrist told me that the discomfort was not due to my relationship with my mother, but to what I expected of myself. I have always tried to be a good person in order to repay my mother for her hard work. However, when I realized that I couldn't live up to my expectations, that discomfort came naturally.
With the help of a psychiatrist, I gradually learned to accept myself and my mother. I understand that my mother's dedication to me is selfless and I don't need anything in return. I just have to cherish every moment I spend with her and love her to the best of my ability.
Today, I have learned how to live in harmony with my mother. We are no longer bound to each other, but understand and support each other. I know that this process will not happen overnight, but I have taken the first step.
Looking back, I am filled with emotion. During that period of psychological counseling, I got to know myself and my mother again. I've learned that life isn't always easy, and we always have to face difficulties. However, as long as we face it bravely, we will always find a solution to the problem.
Now, I'm not the sick person I am. I learned to cherish the time I spent with my mother and how to love her. I believe that in the days to come, we will live happily together.
And those days that once made me feel uncomfortable have become the most valuable treasure in my life. Because they made me understand that life is always full of sunshine, and as long as we are grateful, we will always find our own happiness. **10,000 Fans Incentive Plan