Unfortunately, this colleague suffered from severe depression due to his original family. Although he was extremely smart and very beautiful, he was in great pain. She said she had taken antidepressant drugs for many years and had to take several kinds of drugs every day. She relied entirely on drugs to control her emotions. For example, if she felt depressed, she would take medicine that would make herself happy, and if she felt irritated, she would take medicine that would make herself calm.
I was actually diagnosed with depression before and took medicine for many years. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have known that the doctor who treated me had actually misdiagnosed. My colleague can test it out that her depression is very serious (not filling out emotional Q&A, but test). Compared to her, I am just a temporary anxiety - weak!
When she is the most serious, she often suddenly feels unhappy for no reason, and even tries to leave the world several times. At this moment, she suddenly had a strange dream at night. She dreamed of a yellow Mankikan kitten with a bad appearance, thin and ugly. The cat actually spoke human language when he saw her. In his dream, it told his colleagues that he fell ill again because of his poor bloodline and character, and was disliked by the pet store owner. Now he doesn't care about his life or death. It sees that her colleague is a good person and hopes that her colleague can take her in and save her life.
My colleague does like cats very much, but it is the same as me and the colleague who adopts "cow" cats (USA). I haven't met my destined cat. Even if I like it, I just don't want to raise it. Moreover, her parents didn't care about her (her parents divorced in their early years, formed their own families, and left her at their relatives' homes, and they treated her badly, which was the reason for her depression). She thought she was sick again, so she simply and roughly changed her to another kind of sleep medicine.
The result was useless. She dreamed of the yellow cat again and begged her pitifully, saying, come and pick me up, I really can't hold on if you don't come! The cat also knew that my colleague liked to play League of Legends, and told her, if you see me, you can name me with your favorite hero. If you don't believe me, come and come to see me, I agree to call me my name, and you can take me home.
Colleague couldn't sit still. The next day she rushed to the pet shop as she said in her dream. Sure enough, she saw a cat in the cage with a bad appearance, a yellow-haired Mankikang and an English short-short mixed-race cat.
The cat was as thin as a mouse, with a sharp face, and a body covered with ringworm, lying in a cage and dying. When the colleague walked towards the cat cage, the cat suddenly used all his strength to stand up and limped towards her (it had no strength to walk). The colleague gently called the cat with the name of the hero she liked. The cat tried hard to stretch his paws out of the cage to reach her, and his screams were very miserable, with pleading eyes in his eyes.
(Please forgive me for never playing any games. I didn’t remember the name of the cat until I resigned. It was so difficult to remember) My colleague couldn’t stand the cat being pitiful, so he hurriedly took out the money to buy the kitten and went straight to the pet hospital. The doctor checks that cats not only have ringworm, but also a bunch of other diseases, which costs a lot of money to treat. Without hesitation at all, my colleague finally saved the kitten with a large sum of money.
Her parents ignored her and did not interfere with her cat raising. She is very busy with work every day and has to work diligently to feed her cats. Because her cat has special physique, she also thinks that there are additives in cat food (she can't believe in natural cat food), so she carefully uses various nutritional formulas to personally make cat food for her master. No matter how tired she is at work or playing games, she will personally serve her hot cat rice to her master and shovel its litter box cleanly. Under her care, the cat quickly recovered from health and grew into a beautiful fat cat.
When I was a child, my cat was very timid and a little rebellious. Now I am becoming more and more clingy, well-behaved and sensible, and I act cute and cute in my colleagues to be happy. My colleague said that she had that cat and life was difficult, she never thought of committing suicide. She was afraid that if she let go of her beloved cat and no one would take care of her, the cat would be her motivation to survive.
When we communicate, I feel that she really loves that cat too much, because only she and the cat need each other in her life. She loves her cat more than anything else. Compared to her, I am obviously much worse as a shit shoveler.
Maybe some people think this is nonsense, but I still believe it. Those who follow my close friends know that sometimes I dream very accurately. Although I am unwilling to be bound by religion and customs, I believe that the world is vast and incredible.