"May you be treated tenderly by the world, even if life is always deceived by meanness and desolation"

From the real story, I hope that there are fewer depressed people in the world and pay more attention to them.

preface

The story takes place at the ×× Mental Health Center, where three girls with different experiences meet in Ward Six, how do they heal themselves? And how do you help others?

Chapter 1 (Memories)

❶

She is the oldest of the three girls and has the most experiences, and the story begins with a transfer to ×× middle school. With a language barrier, she often can't communicate with people in the village, and the same is true at school. "Hey, idiot! (Here is the dialect, I don't know how to express it) "Her dark life began with this seemingly ordinary greeting that could not be more ordinary. She still very much wanted to make friends with others, but the results were often unsatisfactory, but she was not discouraged and began to try to learn the local dialect, and although she still could not speak for a long time, she could understand it.

Back at school, she began to communicate with her classmates in Mandarin, and the classmates seemed to be friendly and willing to accept her, but there were still a small number of people who scolded her with ugly words. Well-educated and very capable, she became the class leader, but this seemed to be a precursor to nightmares. The squad leader has a lot of things to do, and the number of people who oppose her has gradually become more and more, and what she does, others will destroy all the fruits of her labor.

One night when she couldn't see the moon, she heard a strange noise, and as she was locking the door, she realized that the front door had been unlocked, and then she immediately ran to check the back door, which was also locked unexpectedly. The wind outside was shouting, "whistling" good lights... She was turned off, and she was afraid of the dark, and she immediately fell into panic. The laughter outside the door broke into the ears, and the sound of conversation penetrated the already chaotic brain. She, now, just wanted to get out of here at once. She hammered the door and cried, "Open the door, please do the right thing to open the door, please." It seemed that no one heard, or just that no one cared, and all that remained was the noise that never seemed to stop. Despair was about to swallow her, as if she were about to sink to the bottom of the sea, and she fell to her knees, and the air was instantly quiet, and a crying voice sounded: "I am very afraid, please let me out."

Many years later, she asked her bullies, why did they do that? They just say. Because you are a foreigner who can't understand our dialect. She asked the boy who was the first to coax her into shutting her up in the classroom, and the boy smiled and said, "I was too young to play pranks, you still don't remember it, right?" And I smiled and said, "Yeah, I still remember that." The other party smacked his mouth awkwardly as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he did not open his mouth and walked away.

Yeah, it turns out that the reason for bullying a person can be so simple, just like to play pranks.

❷

She was not very good at communication since elementary school, and there were only a few friends, but each of them she trusted and was always loyal to them, favoring them, and they were all very kind to her. She thought it was normal, and never doubted that the collision of heart and heart should be so wonderful. It's just that it seems a little different since junior high school.

I remember the day of junior high school registration, as if today, how she wanted to escape, before changing grades was not so afraid, where did her friends go, so she wanted to go home... But always adapt, time never spares. In the end, two friends were made, and she still treated them the same way as before, but the two girls seemed to be one who was not suitable for the other to treat her like a fool. The first friend is very cheerful and lively, there are many friends, people are a little wayward but also very friendly, they often quarrel, but they can always reconcile. Strangely, I haven't experienced this way of interacting before, but I don't feel bad about it.

In fact, she prefers a second friend, and she trusts her more, and the friends are very close to her, they are very similar, and their thoughts seem to be very similar. Although she knew that her friend's family was not very well-off and her parents were divorced, she never expected that things would develop like this. At that time, she had a lot of pocket money for herself every day, and she would save it when she couldn't use it, and her friends knew that she had money and would often borrow it to buy things. At first, there was still no movement, but she still believed in her friends, because they were her few friends. Then she invited her friends to play at home, just... She didn't believe it, but she couldn't believe it, but she couldn't help but accept the fact that her friends just used her as a cash machine.

In the end, my friend also apologized, and she also forgave, but there was still a mustard in her heart, and she could not go back to the past and slowly estranged. Does it have to blame her, do you have a bad eye for people? Maybe it's because she's not tolerant enough.

It turns out that treating people sincerely, in exchange for not necessarily sincerity, may be sorry.

❸

She was a girl with a very low self-esteem, having been since childhood. At the beginning of the second semester of junior high school, "unfortunate" changed the trajectory of the entire life. After transferring to another school, I simply felt that there would be no conspiracy or deliberate isolation in this world, and there would be no exclusion. She was wrong, very naïve.

She had made a good friend, and she thought she was a very gentle, understanding girl, but the girl was not at all what she thought: stubborn and rebellious and full of dirty words. Everything seemed even more out of place for this girl. Because the emotional intelligence was not high at that time, she was isolated by everyone, she was very sad, and she did not have a friend, in the case of isolation, she chose to tell her parents. But it didn't work out well, and things got worse, and everyone thought the girl was green tea, and when she went to the toilet, someone kicked the door outside the door; while she was sleeping, someone stood in front of his bed with a clothes rail, spitting out a fragrant green tea, and the grinning girl slapped her in the name of playing a game. In the second year of junior high school, the two schools merged, and she met her former classmate, and the girl did not intend to let her go, and even framed her for slapping herself again. Everyone believed the so-called truth that the girl said. Obviously, the victim was her, but she was turned upside down into the perpetrator, and she also suffered a year-round scolding. Even his best girlfriend was afraid of harming herself, staying away from her, and even thinking that she was a burden. All this made her miserable, and from then on, she became afraid of people's discussion, and people's eyes, and became suspicious.

Does it turn out that both white and black come from a sentence from the perpetrator? People only believe what they want to believe, to do harm, to become accomplices, the truth is never important to them.

In the third year of junior high school, she gradually became distrustful of anyone because of these things, and became ill because of this, and came here to meet two other girls.