Suddenly one day you are declared to be facing death.
You are walking on the street, looking at the faces that come and go, and you are suddenly thrown into another closed world, looking at this strange world through the glass.
You start to search all the information related to the disease, trying to find even a sentence that allows you to return to normal people.
You generously persuade the one you love to leave, and rationally decide to face it independently. Hearing your lover's comfort, you finally breathed a sigh of relief for your insincereness.
In the face of inquiries from relatives and friends, you introduced them to their incomprehensible conditions and the life you will face. You see heartache, anger, escape, rejoice, regret, sympathy, and different expressions of comfort and encouragement, in their eyes You became a patient.
You watch your parents cry, but you have to dissuade them from entering your life, and at the same time feel guilty.
You start to get to know the patients, all kinds of pathologies, all kinds of stages, all kinds of mentalities, all kinds of life, you try to talk and share, and try to accept the patient's facts.
You shave your scalp and face it positively. You begin to fluctuate and become more sensitive and irritable. Your lover begins to be cautious, and then says that she did her best, telling you that it was not because of your illness, but because there was a problem between you before the illness, and eventually she left you. You start to learn to hate someone.
After all, it’s still lonely. You start to wonder if you can still have fun. You try it, and then you find that the same thing has changed.
You decide to say goodbye to the past, and at the same time you start to learn to say goodbye to your patients.
You are tired of being comforted, no one can help you. In public, your mother's excessive care and words to fight for you "privilege" make you embarrassed. You need to be independent.
You are fed up, you go crazy, you find the person you think of last.
This is my story.
And now I really hope that a girl will say something to me, and you will get better. I finally got better as she wished.
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