What are the criteria for depression recovery?
When is it good?
When the battle stops, your depression will be better.
Fight? What do you mean? Is there still a scene of battle?
Right. The internal organs of your body are engaged in a scorching and protracted war, an unprecedented fierce conflict.
Your whole body is filled with discordant notes. Each component loses its original position and no longer runs smoothly. Communication and conduction between parts is less acute, or even dysfunctional. The entire endocrine system is in a state of disorder and disorder. The organs no longer live with each other in an attitude of softness, understanding, tolerance, and mutual assistance, but instead compete, complain, plunder, and roar like a storm... They no longer carry each other, they pull each other, they only cherish themselves, they only care about themselves, they only take care of their own affairs. They were originally united, had a common heart, a common vision, but now they are torn apart and fall apart.
They went to war, and this war was extremely tragic. They are arrogant, they are arrogant, they have no sympathy, they do not show mercy, they sweep away like a whirlwind, leaving behind a desolate scene: you become melancholy, fearful, frightened, irritable, anxious, irritable...
You no longer speak in a gentle tone, and you no longer have a loving heart. You are discouraged, you are indifferent, you are desperate... You have abandoned yourself, you have been subject to their dominion, you have become a slave, you no longer enjoy freedom.
Why are they fighting?
Is it their struggle that has taught me into such a situation, or is it because of me that I have tired them and plunged them into a fierce confrontation?
I don't understand, I don't know.
Maybe it's a mystery...
The more fiercely they fought, the more depressed, depressed, frightened, anxious I became. The more depressed, depressed, frightened, anxious I became, the more fierce the battle between them became.
We are caught in this vicious circle.
Where is there hope?
Where do we still have joy?
I told people about my pain, but no one wanted to hear it. Even if someone listened, I couldn't tell it. Because of my brain, my throat, my mouth... There is no longer harmony, the perception between them is misaligned, the conduction between them is lagging behind, and the contact between them cannot catch up with the beat. They are in great chaos, they are in the midst of endless battles...
Because of their battle, my thinking was chaotic. Sometimes excited, sometimes depressed, sometimes excited, sometimes indifferent.
As soon as I was in chaos, they became more and more at war.
Oh, who the hell is causing this? Is it me? Or are they?
What are the root causes of this?
Perhaps, when they are at peace, I am quiet.
When I am quiet, they are at peace.
In this way, I am healed.
The sky I saw was blue and clear, as if seen on the top of a Himalayan mountain; the birds in the garden were chirping, and all the flowers were blooming; I lay on my big bed and woke up, and the sky was shining. I went down to the kitchen and made a delicious breakfast to share with my loved ones...
I yearn for peace.
Peace, my depression is better.
I'm all right, and everything is at peace.
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