One day, I was taking the elevator in the dormitory building from the seventh floor to the first floor. The girl who was waiting for the elevator didn't hesitate to press "up". On the ground, three people entered the elevator. After waiting for a long time, there was no movement, only to realize that none of the three people pressed the floor. I felt that it was my duty to take action. Almost at the same time, the girl and I rushed together and pressed the button for the seventh floor. ...It was the first time I was with a stranger, in a confined space, bending over to press my stomach, and I laughed until tears came out. After the girl finished laughing, she said, "I haven't been sleeping well lately, and I've been staring in a daze.
I think a lot of our behaviors have nothing to do with cuteness and secondness. They are sick and get electricity. We are no different from the inhabitants of Mad City.
Mental illness does not happen overnight. Like us, they go to school, work, watch TV, manage their own hobbies, have expectations for life, and have vague goals for the future. , couldn't take it anymore, the spark flashed and the fuse was blown. (This is best reflected in the Weibo of the suicides.)
Because there are not enough places, we cannot all live in the hospital. Most of us still have to continue to act as if we are alright and go into battle when we are sick. Therefore, if you are tolerant of others, they are patients; if you are restrained by yourself, you are also a patient.
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