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Chapter 531 Sad She Doesn't Talk (7)

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    Xiang Miao began to actively cooperate with the treatment.

    She regularly sees a doctor to take medicine, and joins various depression forums to fight with other patients.

    When seeing children doing stupid things, they will try their best to persuade them.  It's like seeing the original Hanhan and trying my best to help them.

    Sometimes, Xiang Miao felt that she was healed.

    She seems to be positive and optimistic, good at listening to everyone's concerns, and willing to take the initiative to help others.

    She is sister Xiang who is very familiar to patients on the forum, and she always makes those young children feel the warmth and care of a mother.

    Few people have been able to connect her with depression.

    Even the people around her said that she looked much better, with more flesh and more smiles. It seemed that she had walked out of the shadow of her daughter's death.

    She even had a new suitor, who fell in love with her at first sight, saying that seeing her smile made her feel warm and healed.

    Sometimes, Xiang Miao felt that she was not recovering, and that her condition had worsened, but she had learned to hide it.

    In the dead of night, as soon as she closed her eyes, she could see blood red.

    She didn't dare to sleep, and took a lot of medicine.

    During the day, I will use liquid foundation and concealer to cover up dark circles, and continue to unravel other people.

    Xiang Miao helped a lot of people, but also couldn't help many people, and had to accept the fact of losing them with regret.

    But she didn't know where to help herself.

    Seeing the existence of an online diary by chance, Xiang Miao started to register a new account to record her secret emotional experiences.

    At first, this trick worked.

    She doesn't have to worry about who will know herself, and she doesn't care whether anyone knows what she is thinking. She writes about her feelings casually, and occasionally makes up short stories to record what she has experienced and seen.

    She was able to sleep at night.

    Although it still depends on the help of drugs.

    When listening to other people's complaints, it is not so heavy, at least there is a place to vent and communicate.

    But gradually, things got worse.

    Many people saw her record, and some people were very interested in it and recommended it spontaneously, but it attracted another group of Internet mobs.

    "Is such a small thing worth writing down? There are so many people saying yes? I really don't know what is so good about it."

    "Is this going to die or live? Let me tell you that people nowadays live too well, and they have the energy to hurt the spring and autumn when they are too full. Starve for a few days to see if you still want to die."

    "If you want me to say, those who commit suicide are heartless. Your parents worked so hard to raise you up, and you died simply. Why don't you think about how much harm you have brought to your family? It's better to die early,  You have wasted so many years of food. Your father should kill you in your mother's stomach."

    "It's gone, this blogger is completely eyeballed by bloggers. What kind of depression is it? Thinking of myself as the heroine of a romance drama? These days, this one is depressed, and that one is also depressed. It seems that there is no depression.  It¡¯s embarrassing to tell people a story. Your family¡¯s depression is wholesale, how much is it per catty! Just relying on the fact that no one on the Internet knows who you are, it¡¯s so hypocritical.¡±

    "I want to die all day long, but I haven't seen you really want to die? If you have the ability to live broadcast suicide online, I want to see if you really dare to die."

    These remarks, I don't know when they started, they poured into her heart.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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