Breaking the cocoon gl+ Fanwai

I know that I am dependent on others, and I have no right to make demands on you.You helped me, logically speaking I should thank you, but it doesn't mean that I will commit myself to you.My father is going home from the hospital, and neither my mother nor I want my father to know my current state, so I have nowhere to go and I can only stay with you.Don't worry, I will find a house as soon as possible and won't disturb you for too long.I also hope that you can keep a distance from me. Since you know what I have experienced, you should know what I hate the most.

Her words were not harsh, but they made me very uncomfortable.Especially the last sentence, every word is heartbreaking.Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still bloodied by her words.I took a deep breath, stabilized my emotions, and said in a natural and relaxed tone as much as possible:

I understand, don't worry.

Well, I'm going back to my room first.

As she said that, she turned around and walked to her bedroom. In the superego state, she was obviously very clear-headed, and of course she could judge where her room was.But I stopped her:

and many more

Her back was obviously stiff, I squeezed my fist, continued to maintain a natural voice, and asked:

What would you like to have for lunch?

Feel free, I'm not very hungry.After speaking, she entered the room and closed the door behind her.

I smiled wryly, rubbed my sore waist, grinned and twisted my waist, raised my hands and patted my face to cheer myself up:

This is just the beginning! Cook cook!

Lunch, dinner, and until bath time, she returned to the state of the silent wooden figure.This is her ego state, extremely depressed, unable to release her emotions, most of the time she is in this state.Both the frenzied id state and the extremely calm superego state can only be said to be short-lived.But I have already seen from her constant switching states that she is already showing signs of schizophrenia. Once she can no longer bear it, maybe a second personality will be born to bear it for her.

I need to take good care of all her things, including feeding her food, bringing her a change of clothes, otherwise she is likely to ignore all of them and make a mess when she is absent-minded.It took almost all my energy. I never knew that taking care of people was such a hard job.Until I settled her down on the bed, I felt like I couldn't straighten up anymore.

I tidied myself up as quickly as possible, and then quietly came to her door.We hope to treat her without relying on drugs as much as possible, especially sleeping pills, which we will not take if we can.But it was an indisputable fact that she couldn't fall asleep. If she couldn't fall asleep, the effect of recovery would be greatly reduced.Because insomnia has a great negative impact on a person's mental state, even for ordinary people, let alone her.

The method we are currently considering is music therapy, hoping to guide her to sleep by playing music.The senior sister specially found a lot of very effective lullabies, and I had to try them one by one to see which one was the most effective for her.

Now she doesn't want me to approach her, as soon as I approach her, maybe her superego state will be awakened, I don't want to see that cold and scary Lin Yi.So I can only put a chair by her door, put my iPod and stereo on the chair, and play her lullaby through the door.

I stood quietly at her door for a while, and then went back to the room accompanied by music.I set the alarm clock, at three o'clock, I plan to get up to see if she is asleep.

However, before I lay down for 10 minutes, I heard the door of her room next door open, and then the music stopped, apparently turned off by her.I was surprised and listened to her movement with my ears upright, and it didn't take long before I heard her knock on my door.I went to open the door, and saw her standing at the door with disheveled hair, stuffed the iPod into my hand, and then went back to the room silently.

I couldn't laugh or cry, did she dislike the lullaby too loudly?

Don't like listening to music? This one will help you sleep.I chased her out, stood at the door of her room and said.

She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. Now she should be in a state of reticence. I don't know if I can get her answer. Asking like this is just a try.After all, I remember that she used to like listening to music, especially classical music.

I didn't expect that I actually heard her answer, it was still that cold voice, but the tone seemed so dull:

I don't like the sound of the machine, it's very cold.

I was stunned, and then tried to ask:

Then let me sing for you, okay?

She didn't say so.

I didn't ask for her opinion any more, and said:

Go to sleep.

Seeing her lying on the bed and covering her with the quilt, I closed the door, and then I sat on the chair outside the door and began to hum softly.Schubert's lullaby, I don't remember the lyrics, but the melody is very familiar, so I just hummed the tune softly.I sang repeatedly, sang repeatedly, I don't know how long I hummed, and I became more and more sleepy, and I just kept going until I became more and more energetic, and then I slowly stopped my voice.My throat was already hoarse, it was burning hot, and my mouth was dry. I checked the time, and I actually sang from eleven o'clock to 02:30.