Their last words before committing suicide.

I used to think that the essence of all people in this world, whether it is indulgence or exhaustion, is to waste their lives.

Later, I became ill and contacted many patients and their families who were in the same boat. Only then did I find that there are still a group of people in this world who are dying peacefully.

This group of people are depressed patients who are forced to hide in the dark because of secular prejudice.

Every once in a while, I will receive the news of the patient's death: "Ta is gone, and Ta can't go on."

Some of them came back from the death gate, and I encouraged them to say, "We were all abandoned by death, which doomed us to live with the cheek." Besides, most people's heads really never shine again.

My friends advised me not to think too much. Actually, I can't think much. It feels like they threw the other end of the rope to me before rolling in the deep, and I let go in the stalemate between the two ends.

I can't figure out why a real parting is so quiet. There is no lightning, no wind and rain, no advance warning, and even no special sense of ceremony.

In an ordinary day where I can't even remember the day of the week, it is a dull corner in the long years, a black page turned randomly in a thick almanac, and a lively and surging life comes to an abrupt end.

One second he was talking and laughing, chatting with you about interesting gossip and plans for tomorrow, and sharing newly discovered apps and strange stories with you.

Suddenly there was a breeze, and the thin paper of the calendar fluttered in a corner, unconsciously blowing away his voice, face and smile; As soon as the wind stopped, on such a calm day, he quietly went with the wind and never looked back; After the wind left, the bulging calendar finally lay down neatly, like a vent of life, like a silent sigh. The days on paper were fixed as anniversaries, and a quick glance was as calm as a lake without waves.

Many families of depressed patients have suffered such a sudden blow, especially children who have lost their parents since childhood. When they confide in me, "regret" is a high-frequency word in their mouths.

They hate that they didn't realize their parents' suicidal tendencies and plans, and didn't even catch a clue, a sign or a trace.

But in fact, the suicide plans of many depressed patients seem to be like this, moving silently and secretly. They are like Pandora's box carefully polished by patients, with their love for life carved on the outside, but their hearts are full of yearning for death.

A high school girl once told me, "My mother didn't want to be hospitalized, but she pretended to be full of energy and lied to all of us. While she was recuperating at home, her condition went from bad to worse.

One day I went to my classmate's house to get a reference book. In order to make my mother happy, I asked her to serve her her favorite pork tripe soup on the street corner. My mother smiled and said to me {the girl wants a big share! }"

I answered the door, I didn't know {girls want a big share! This sentence turned out to be her last sentence in this world. This sentence, a lot of pig bone soup, a sentence without nutrition and a trivial sentence, was my mother's last sentence before she committed suicide. "

Therefore, girls are caught in the inner entanglement, because the last words of their mothers before committing suicide are neither sincere explanations nor sensational separation of Yin and Yang, but just one of ordinary conversations in daily life.

So is Xiao Li (a pseudonym), a freshman girl who disappeared not long ago. On July 15, Xiaoli went to Chengdu to participate in summer practice activities;

/kloc-The evening of July in 0/9 is the time for students to have dinner. Xiaoli didn't attend. She said that she would go to relatives in Chengdu and bought a train ticket to Ningbo the next day.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Xiaoli pushed the suitcase out and said "I'm going out", but she never came back, never coming back again.

On July 22nd, a courier was sent back to her cousin Ningbo from Xiaoli's summer internship. Express delivery is Xiao Li's personal belongings, and there is a handwritten letter that reveals his idea of suicide because of "depression";

On July 29, the DNA verification results of the girl's body found on the local mountain came, confirming that the body found on the mountain was Xiaoli.

Another girl who was tortured by depression and chose to leave this world. A freshman girl with unlimited possibilities in the future, such a vibrant and radiant youth, was taken away by depression in an instant.

This makes me wonder: What did the price of so much blood bring us?

I hope that the public's attitude towards depression is concerned, not ignored; The way to know depression is science, not death; For people with depression around them, it is understanding, not prejudice.

I hope that one day the public can understand that many people with depression carefully weave the disguise of survival in order to get closer to death. Then, people who really realize depression are not moaning without illness, but are really in danger.

Remember, the real parting is silent. Don't let her stop growing, don't let him stop moving forward, and don't let Ta's farewell whisper turn into your eternal sigh.

I would like to mourn Xiao Li with this article.