Rain
The weather was fine at the beginning, and I think it turned out to be a good GW as a result (limited to the three prefectures in Tokai).
One of the things I found out after my mental breakdown this time is that, in retrospect, I have had the Sazae-san syndrome ever since elementary school.
By the way, what is the Sazae-san syndrome?
It means to become depressed when faced with the reality that “I have to go to school or work again from Sunday evening to midnight and the next day (Monday).
If it is severe, it can lead to depression or an adjustment disorder.
It seems …
Lately, I have been reading some enlightening books and reading on Twitter, “If you don’t want to go somewhere, don’t go there,” or “You don’t have to force yourself to adapt to a place you don’t fit in,” but the fact remains that you still have to endure something to get something.
No matter what you do, there will be times in your long life when you will have to go to places you do not want to go. And, to a greater or lesser extent, people live their lives while checking the threshold of “how much more can I endure?
The ideal situation would be to be able to declare, “I can’t take it anymore, I give up,” with both hands raised in the air when one’s mind reaches its limit, before being told to do so by a psychosomatic doctor. But reality is difficult.
I probably feel like I have been repeating that question for decades on those Sunday evenings, whether I watch Sazae-san or not.
And I have been stifling my mind that was about to say, “I can’t do it anymore,” with all sorts of logic, rationale, and excuses. People who are able to adapt well to society may be those who are able to do so unconsciously.
So, I suppose that my physical condition this time was the result of years of accumulation that caused metal fatigue and finally exploded!
However, as with anything, it is never just a bad thing, and there were a few things I learned after my mental breakdown.
One of them is that one’s consciousness is a very tricky thing, and “no matter how far you go, you keep lying to yourself, trying to maintain the status quo. It is very hard to see through that lie.
And in my case. Rather than cheating by taking prescribed drugs or drinking alcohol, I realized that writing a novel is a wonderful recovery tool.
After all, writing a novel is an act of conscious lying, a process of seeing through the lies and the truth.
In a slightly different way, the result is “sincerity out of lies. This time, I learned from the novels I have been writing all my life.
I looked up to the brightness of the new tree, dazzling
