My daughter sent me such a paragraph, the negative emotions are more serious, I am worried, what should I do?

Recently, a paragraph sent by the daughter on the Internet to the mother has been on fire, and I believe that many parents will feel the same way!

Here's what my daughter sent me:

Do you know why I haven't been able to learn it lately? I've been holding back too many unspoken words and bad emotions in my heart, and now I'm struggling with self-abandonment, broken jars, and saving myself. You feel that I should not have unrecontulated emotions, so I feel remorse for falling into a certain emotion, and I feel that I am incompetent. Can't this be done well? I was getting sadder and angrier. Sometimes I will laugh at myself, yes, you are garbage, you are not worthy, you just like not to learn no technique, you are not worthy of loving learning, you should be addicted to the Internet every day, you can't control yourself, you study aimlessly, you can't take care of yourself, your parents are so bitter, you still can't do it.

That's why I'm grumpy after being said in two sentences. Because I feel that I can't do it myself, and whether I can't do it has nothing to do with others. hhh

I read the anti-depression history of Peking University on the Internet and envied her courage to see a psychologist. And I can only be said to have no psychological problems, all adolescent sentimental stress. I really envy families who have a habit of counseling, and I often feel that I am an unhealthy, unsound person. All I can do is brainwash myself while I'm mentally healthy while often doubting myself. I can only desperately search for various famous quotes on the Internet, and get a little comfort and respite in the resonance. But the worry and confusion in my heart are still like a tidal wave from time to time, drowning my whole being from time to time. It is not that I dare not say it to you, but I have never been believed in what I have said. Deep down you must think, just wait until I grow up. I don't know if that's going to be the case, I just know that it's painful and uncomfortable in my heart, and no one can listen. I only knew that I was in my third year of high school, and I didn't have the time and didn't deserve such feelings.

I have been suppressing myself, brainwashing myself to be sunny and cheerful and positive, trying to ignore the shadows in my heart. But the darkness was still like a black hole, constantly and quietly eating away at my happiness little by little. I do everything that has nothing to do with learning, I want to use something that I don't know myself, to fill in that black hole, to keep me positive.

Do you know why I can calm down and study at school? Because I live on my own efforts like my classmates, I am brainwashed by the teacher, I have no time to take care of it, and no one cares about my true feelings in my heart. My requirements for school life are very low, just live in a social way. Of course, I often think about things in school, which also makes me miserable, and you must be very happy to hear me say that I am too busy to think about it. But you forget that ignoring is not the same as disappearing. That little bit of unworthy mind and dark unpleasantness piled up and changed my character. I really feel that my current self is more and more disdainful of communicating with the people around me, and likes to observe the people and things around me with contempt. I like the surface set behind the ground, relaxed and delicious. I began to feel that more was better than less, and that it didn't matter if I could balance it out, even though it didn't matter if I held myself back. But I hate myself like this, and it's not the person I want to be. But I can only deform a little under the pressure to live in this society that has been warned of "cruelty" by countless people around me. I wondered why someone could live so authentically and unpretentiously if I had to learn to be "sleek and clever" and still live his life. I dare not wonder, my doubts will only be denied as ignorance, making me even more confused whether I am or ignorant, although I am sure that I am not.

I'm crying as I write.

I don't know if I should say it. Because the final result is most likely to be a consolation, chicken blood, or misreading and worrying.

So many times I tried to say it, maybe your words had a little healing for me, but the result was a failure. After all, people's joys and sorrows are not connected. I just want you to understand that I really don't have emotions out of nothing, not emotional breakdowns caused by temporary stress. Being irritable and irritable from time to time is not because of willfulness, but because of the explosion of embarrassment, disgust, helplessness, and disappointment that I do not know how long I have been holding back. I hope you will understand me a little bit.

I don't know where to start, and I don't know what the result will be. But I just wanted to say it, just wanted to say it.

After reading this passage sent by my daughter to my mother, I don't know why there is a sad feeling, I don't know if others have experienced that feeling, and I don't know if I have really seen the shining point of this child.

I'm also a highly sensitive person, empathy is very strong, I've had that experience.

As a teenager, I didn't seem to be very lucky, I didn't find a good life mentor, I wrote my own good or bad emotions in a notebook, hoping to talk to myself two years later, but was peeked at by my parents and taken out to chat and laugh, since then I no longer write a diary, only by reading stories to appreciate the sadness of others, crying for the sadness of others, but I rarely cry myself, always feel that tears are weak and ridiculed existence.

After all the years, I was in a lot of pain, and it wasn't until recent years that I really realized a truth, my parents were just ordinary people, even ordinary people without much culture, so they would do the wrong things and make bad decisions, but this didn't have any conflict with them loving me, and everyone expressed their love differently.

Luckily, I was able to reconcile myself before I turned 30, but after 15 years, how many 15 years in my life? And it was the youngest 15 years of wantonness.

If more such parents can see, I hope you can help me give my child a hard hug and sincerely say, "You are very good!" ”