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Hello everyone, my name is Jin Xiaoyu, and the stories about me these days are on fire on the Internet. Some people say that I am a genius healer, a genius son, and an absolute positive energy, but at the same time I am also a bipolar patient for many years, and I have to go to the hospital every year.
Originally, my family was simple, with brothers, parents, and a family of four living happily. The turning point was when I was six years old, playing a gunfight with the children in the courtyard, and a child put a needle in the toy gun, and then unfortunately I was shot in the eye, and I was blinded.
At that time, my parents were very sad and worried, but I felt nothing, and comforted my parents, just get used to it. In the following days, because of this incident, my parents took me and my brother back to my hometown of Hangzhou, and I also studied step by step.
But I don't know when I started, I began to lose control of myself, not only did I not want to go to school, but even at home I threw things at any time. Over the years, there have been very few things in my family, except because I am poor, and more are smashed and smashed by me.
At the beginning of this situation, my parents had no way, but they were very tolerant of me, did not give up on me, they even felt that it was caused by my physical disability, so they gave me more love.
Fortunately, I was very smart, even if I did not go to school like a normal person, but through self-study, I reached a line of three points and applied for two colleges, but unfortunately I was not admitted, because my personal file was full of all kinds of negative information.
Although he later entered a college through various efforts, he was dissuaded by the school because he was drunk at a class reunion. At this time, my parents knew that I was out of luck with the school. But they didn't give up on me and took me home.
But this did not have any real effect on me, but I made two suicide attempts, and my parents were afraid that I would have nothing to do, introduced me to work twice, and finally was dismissed by others because of my reasons. At this time, the biggest wish of parents is to live.
Manic depression, also known as bipolar disorder, alternates episodes of depression and mania.
I don't go to school, I'm depressed, I don't sleep at night, and I even commit suicide, all of which are in a period of depression; blaming others for unwarranted suspicion, being manic, having destructive behavior, is turning into a manic period. And our such a condition, according to experts, this disease comes and goes without a trace, but the danger is that I don't know when to come, and the biggest recommendation is to send it to the hospital immediately after the onset of the disease.
Leaving school and society and returning to my family, I was helpless in the face of illness, and I was guilty in the face of my parents and did not know what to do. Of course, I don't have this disease all the time, but I have to go to the hospital for treatment from November to March every year.
The rest of the day, I went back and forth to the library every day, and I put all my time and energy into learning foreign languages, especially English and Japanese, so my father bought me a computer, and every time I got sick, I would throw things around, but I never had the idea of this computer.
In the company of the computer, I watched a lot of original English movies and books, and I don't know why, I like this kind of thing, and insisted, as long as I don't get sick, my life is a library except for the computer.
Through hard work, I also passed the university self-examination, although my illness still occurs from time to time, but this is already a good result, I thought my life was like this.
Later, the mother went to a class reunion, and someone told her that she could try to get your son to translate books. At first, my mother's eyes lit up and she hoped that my classmates would give me such an opportunity.
I really ushered in this opportunity to translate books, I also cherished, at first it was not as easy as I thought, although I thought I was very proficient in foreign languages, but it was the first time to really translate.
In order to express myself, I work very hard to translate, very hard to translate to the perfection, even if it is as small as a word, I am deliberate and deliberate before finalizing. When the first sample of the story translation was mailed out, my heart was anxious and scared.
But in the end my translation was recognized and opportunities were given again and again. From the first story to the first book, the second book, to the twentieth book now, it took me ten years. In the past ten years, my life has changed because of translation.
Fortunately, in this past translation career, my incidence has become less and less, although it has not been completely better, but for me, it is already a good result.
After I got a job translating books, my parents put almost all their energy into me. My father became my assistant, helping me proofread and print, while my mother went into the stock trading industry in order to save me enough money.
Some people may think that translating books should also have a lot of money, but the reality is that I have to spend more money to see a doctor, and as my parents get older, they are paving the way for their life after a hundred years, and only enough money can make my future life more secure.
Since I started translating books, life has a new beginning, but life is still inseparable from my parents, but what makes me most sad is that my mother is sick, from the initial vague memory, to the final unknown person, and even incapacitated, paralyzed in bed.
Then my mother left, three years after she fell ill, and my story also went viral on the Internet because of my mother's departure, because of a phone call from my father. It was a call from the funeral home, a phone call about parents not giving up on their children.
People who read my story were very touched and gave a lot of blessings and encouragement. Oh, yes! Without the persistence of my parents, without the deep love of my parents, my life would not be enough.
Although I am on fire now because of my parents, I know that my condition is still there, because at this moment I am still in the hospital, and my father, who is 80 years old, is still waiting for me to come home as before.
My story has led to the claim that I am a genius, and there are many people who have found a lot of proof for this, such as Van Gogh, Newton and others, who also have similar diseases as me. But I still want to say about my current achievements: the so-called genius also needs unyielding efforts.
No one can succeed casually, and the result of my parents' perseverance in what I have today is the result of all my energy being devoted to one thing.
Finally, I would like to say that although not all people with bipolar disorder are geniuses, they all need more attention and love from society.
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