The biggest feeling from the film is about Bernadette’s anxiety (is it mentally ill). First of all, people will always only understand others according to their own wishes, even if there is something wrong with that person sometimes. Bernadette's husband wants to help her, but he wants to change Bernadette's wishes and force her to receive psychiatric treatment. The psychiatrist also jumps to conclusions based on one-sided words and tells the patient the established facts, which of course will be met with resistance. Finally Bernadette refocused on the career he loved, and her husband felt the value of her existence, and the family reunited.
Secondly, people who fall into depression or anxiety cannot feel their own morbidity, especially when they are at home. They need to divert their attention and spend more time at work or socializing instead of endless internal friction. At the same time, anxiety and depression themselves should not be considered abnormal. Everyone will have more or less negative emotions. The problem is how to deal with it. People who can't solve these problems well deserve to be understood and cared for, rather than sentence him or her to a disease and gradually isolate the person.
Finally, I particularly like the views presented in the beginning of the movie. Let me think, this is at least a very philosophical film?—Have you ever heard that the brain is like a discounting mechanism? Say someone gives you a present and it's a diamond necklace. And you open it and you love it. You 're all happy at first and then the next day it still makes you happy but a little bit less so. A year later, you see the necklace and you think, "Oh, that old thing." And do you know why your brain discouts things? It's for survival. You need to prepared for new experiences because they could signal danger. Wouldn't it be great if we could reset that since there aren't a lot of saber-toothed tigers jumping out of us? Seems like a design flaw that our brains default settings signal danger and survival instead of something like joy or appreciation. I think that's what happened to my mom. "
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