It’s been eight years, and I’m exhausted both mentally and physically.
I have had Yang for five days, still have a deep cough, and take care of my family.
Yang is certainly scary, but even more scary is mental illness.
Both WeChat and QQ are controlled so I can't talk casually, so I can only find an outlet here.
The characteristics of patients with bipolar disorder and anxiety disorder are that they are always complaining, always angry, always suspicious, always looking for someone to blame, always torturing their family members, and always cursing the universe, regardless of time or occasion.
They make trouble, but never solve any problem, and even scold the person who solves the problem.
This is why I can’t stand being criticized by readers when I write a book, and my brain has long been numbed by the comments.
Why do I only write about driving and not about emotions? Because I simply don’t believe that women can understand emotions.
I was forced to almost sever ties with my parents. Even if my parents were pregnant, I couldn't even contact them. If I wanted to blacklist my parents, I couldn't spend even a penny for them. In the future, I would only have one right to collect corpses - I was allowed to collect corpses for my parents, but I couldn't spend any money.
Spend their own money.
Don't make any comments about what she says, and be careful when speaking. Even if there is one word in a sentence that seems to point to her mistake, it will cause you to make a huge fuss.
If a book performs poorly and makes less money, it will make people suspicious of life.
The problem is, she just quarrels with you and refuses to get a divorce. She even threatens me with her child.
This is what tortures me the most.
Now that the whole family is pregnant, I take care of two people by myself, take care of my body, and have to endure all kinds of mental torture...
Due to severe lack of sleep and frequent waking up at night to catch colds, my throat has become completely hoarse and my phlegm is getting heavier and heavier.
However, these are nothing compared to mental torture.
How many times have I wanted to cleanse myself and leave the house, but the only thing I can't let go of is my child.
I can't do it.
But when a person truly breaks down, perhaps nothing is impossible.