Let's talk about my journey!

I'm also such an old person, and when my work is not going well, I still insist on writing and wanting to make a living from him, and the most ironic thing now is that I can't make money by writing at all.

It's been a long time since I've felt successful, and it's been a long time since I've felt satisfied with it, and today I feel that pride anyway.

A pride that seems to others to be purely nosy.

Today I have a mentally ill man in my unit, and this obviously sick man looks very neatly dressed, with a large gold chain, and carries a leather bag that looks like it is not cheap.

In fact, she had already left my unit, and V Bei helped her call the police when he couldn't help him contact anyone.

When the police put him in touch with her sister and finally took him away, I felt like I had saved a family.

Every year, there is this kind of person who gets lost while walking, and he is not from the same part of my country at all, as if he took the wrong bus or something, and came here.

If you lose it like that, you really lose it.

Shenyang is so big that a random bus ride can make a person die outside, so that his family can no longer find him.

If she had been unkempt and sloppyly dressed, perhaps I would have chased her away like a madman, and I would have killed her.

Thankfully, she was neatly dressed, which made me feel like he was a family man, and I was glad that he had a mobile phone so that the police would be willing to help him contact his family.

I looked through his address book and couldn't get through a single phone, and in the end the police couldn't find a single one of her colleagues' numbers.

Finally, I contacted her sister, took her away, and went to the police station to wait for my sister to pick her up.

I don't dare to say that my own merits are immeasurable, at least I can be regarded as saving people's lives, and this sense of accomplishment makes me very floating now.

I can't settle down to write, I don't dare to claim that I saved someone, I believe that if I go to another place, maybe someone else will save her.

She's so crazy in this state, it's terrible for a woman to be crazy and clean, very neat.

She had actually left my unit, but I still called the police for her, and persuaded her to stop her for the time being, and she survived until the police came.

There is a sense of accomplishment in my heart, but it also makes me feel very humbled, and I am very humbled.

People live to my age, it can be said that nothing can be accomplished, people say thirty and stand, I am almost 30 years old, but I am immediately facing layoffs, a unit that has struggled for seven or eight years, in the blink of an eye, talking about changes, changes and sudden changes.

Now I don't have a skill, I don't have a competitive position in society, and I try to turn my only hobby, which is writing, into an ability to make a living.

However, so far, it has been extremely badly done, and I just want to say that it is really bad, and no one reads whatever I write.

Now I feel like maybe I'm really not suitable for this industry, so take your time and finish this book.

Then I should try to let go of these unrealistic things and do something really profitable for the sake of the food and clothing of my wife and children.

Sometimes when I look at other people here, they are living a very fulfilling life, a lot of meaning, and a lot of goals, and I'm extremely unconfident now, because I also have goals, but now I see that life is very meaningless.

People are afraid to live without dignity, and that's exactly what I am doing now.

This unit is completely a little transparent, so even if you are a little transparent, you can have to put up with the ignorance of others.

What's even more sad is that this little transparent child is about to be unable to stand, because this unit is coming to an end.

What is the way forward?

With my academic qualifications, my knowledge, and my ability to work, I don't think I can survive in this society.

Of course, I'm referring to my current state of mind, which is so hot today that I probably won't be able to write two chapters tonight.

It's so sad.

I'm really in a bad mood today, and that sad sense of accomplishment has created a reality that seems to be self-denying now.

The reality is like this, I'm not afraid that others will look down on you, I'm afraid that you will look down on yourself, my husband is sad, I can't find a point that can look down on myself.

I grew up loving literature, and when I got to middle and high school, I became addicted to playing games, then I became addicted, and then I tried to write my own, and then I proved that what I wrote no one liked to read.

A writer can't commercialize it, and tries to make money from it.

It's a really sad thing.

I'm very grateful for the seven or eight people, eight or nine people who continue to support me, and of course 11 people at the most.

But my mood exploded today, I didn't have the confidence and ability to continue writing, and I couldn't see what I wrote out a few times.

I'll try to tweak it!