It turns out that I have a friend who suffered from depression and once told me some of his feelings. I didn't understand it at the time. He was always very excited and depressed, thinking that he was redundant and sorry for the whole world. But now he seems to understand a little bit.
I always feel like I have no interest in doing anything lately, and I can’t get into anything. I am depressed, can't sleep, don't understand why people are alive, feel that life is meaningless, I am also very emotional sometimes, and I don't want to communicate with others. A few nights when I was going to bed, I suddenly broke down and started crying.
I know that this state is wrong and I cannot let it go. I have been trying to adjust myself and warned myself not to vent my broken emotions to people close to me. That would be very hurtful, but I couldn't control it.
used to love reading novels. I have been reading them for more than ten years, but now I can’t read them anymore. I can’t travel to adjust my mood during the epidemic. You can only adjust yourself at home. I feel like I have a cheerful personality, but I would never tell my friends this kind of thing, maybe because I'm afraid of being regarded as an alien by others. It's so uncomfortable.
