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There is one Lin Moran is very familiar with, called "Ding Spiegel", which was a compulsory textbook during his sophomore year.

This book was compiled by the famous photographer Roland Bart Daniel.

It is said that this book analyzes a variety of cultural phenomena such as fashion, photography, film, and advertising, and is of epoch-making importance in postmodern theories.

Moreover, it is also an important work of photography critics. It interprets the essence of photography as "done here" and puts forward the concepts of interest and thorns to interpret the meaning of photos, which is considered an epoch-making existence in the history of photography.

all in all.

This is a very profound and awesome book, but Lin Moran can't stand it at all.

The text inside is obscure and difficult to understand, just like playing a dumb puzzle for you.

Fortunately, this course was an open-book exam at the time, otherwise he would be determined to hang it, and it would be difficult to even retake it.

The original version of the whole book is very thick, similar to the Xinhua Dictionary, and the one in front of me is no more than 100 pages at most, so I guess it should be a shortened version.

But even so, what can be seen is the cow-breaking task.

In addition to these books and some thick shirts for autumn, he also found an ID card in the middle of the books.

On the ID card is a girl with short hair, very delicate appearance, exquisite facial features, and a touch of heroic appearance. In today's era of advocating Internet celebrities, it can be regarded as clear water out of lotus.

"Mo Shiyu?"

Lin Moran raised his brow slightly.

Under the portrait, he saw three black men in pure black, exactly the name of the owner of the ID card.

"Hmm... there is another tin box here?"

On the mezzanine of the schoolbag, Lin Moran also found a thumb-thick iron box the size of A4 paper.

At the bottom of the iron box is a brand-new access control card with the name of a community he is not familiar with.

Apart from these, there is nothing in the black schoolbag.

She frowned and picked Lin Mo Ran slightly and put the contents of the bag back one by one.

But when he returned, he suddenly felt that there was still a hard object in the pile of clothes.

Lin Moran pushed aside his clothes and saw a beautiful notebook with a hard-shell blue frosted cover inside.

It seems to be due to frequent use, the notebook looks a little shabby, but fortunately the owner's protection is pretty good.

After hesitating, Lin Moran opened the notebook.

Suddenly.

His eyes were filled with tiny tiny prints, a bit like a diary--

"I don't know when I started, and suddenly I found myself living hypocritically, with a whole body of sadness, negative energy, and walking my life journey step by step. I took my selfishness, cowardice, humbleness, and lies. Hide everything, and then present to others a cheerful, generous, and understanding image.

But I knew in my heart that it was not the real me.

Since childhood.

In everyone’s eyes, Mo Shiyu is the child of a few people. Whether in study or other aspects, I am far above others. In the end, in the eyes of my parents, I chose a popular university The biology major, but this is not what I really love. I love photography and I have loved it since I was a child. Photography is my dream profession!"

The first page ends here abruptly.

Lin Moran turned the second page.

"But you know what, everything I presented to my family is fake, all fake, I lied to everyone.

I rely on lies one after another to maintain this state every day, and I have to pretend to be happy to face everyone even though I am not happy."

"Am I tired?"

"Yes, I'm tired, very tired."

"Then why can't it be true?"

"True? No, these hypocritical, cowardly, lies have become another "face" for me, will you let me tear my "face" off? How can it be?"

"I don't know why, I suddenly want to cry and laugh every day, and I can't control my emotions..."

The second page ends here abruptly.

A girl who seemed to be suffering from depression suddenly appeared in Lin Moran's mind.

This is a kind of mental illness, and daily life is characterized by sudden emotional extremes.

Although it is a purely psychological disorder, once it becomes serious, it can be more deadly than some serious illnesses.

For patients, the scary thing about depression is that it is scary itself.

Since positive information cannot be transmitted smoothly, patients are full of negative information circulating constantly when they are sick.

for example:

Suppose the patient accidentally breaks a glass.

Ordinary people's thoughts on this matter are nothing more than to blame themselves, and then tidy it up, and this matter will soon pass.

But the mental journey of patients with depression is quite different:

I can't even hold a cup!

How can I make such a simple mistake!

My parents should talk about me again, what should I do?

I am really useless, I can't even do such a simple thing!

I can't even do such a simple thing, I'm just a waste, nothing good!

It's fine once or twice, but if it keeps doing this, it will definitely affect your health.

after all.

Depression is second only to cancer in fatality rate.

Lin Moran remembers clearly that when he was in his junior year, one of his classmates accidentally suffered from depression.

At the beginning, no one cared. The man ate and drank every day and couldn't see anything, but in the afternoon, the man suddenly jumped off the building.

He jumped straight down from the sixth floor. Although he was rescued from the hands of death in the end, he broke his spine, suffered a comminuted fracture, and was completely paralyzed. It is estimated that the rest of his life will be spent in a wheelchair.

This made Lin Moran sigh.

Withdrawing his mind, Lin Mo Ran gently turned the third page.

In March, a certain year, attempted suicide.

In July of the same year, I started crying and making loud noises every morning. I didn’t allow anyone to talk to me. I started to sleepwalk in the middle of the night. I started to see a tabby cat that always barked its teeth and rushed towards me, and started to sleep. I suddenly woke up when I heard someone calling my name. I suddenly smashed the obnoxious vase while watching TV. Then I went back to the room and cried. I started to dream of murder and my dead dog frequently.

The next day, I was officially diagnosed with bipolar disorder, which is what people often call depression.

In December of the same year, he suffered a complete breakdown.Need to hold a knife to fall asleep.

XX committed suicide by cutting his wrist in February.After two hours of rescue, Lord Yan asked me to come back.

When I opened my eyes and saw the crying red eyes of my parents and girlfriends, I suddenly wanted to live. I began to actively receive treatment and take medicine on time.

In June, began to cooperate with doctors to reduce medication.I feel I have returned to my normal life.

The follow-up visit in September revealed a moderate depression.My parents and my girlfriends were very happy, only I sat quietly on the floor all night.

I thought I had become a normal person, and I thought I finally got rid of depression.

It turns out that this is not the case. I have forgotten how it feels to be a normal person.