The brain quickly turned, since it's all dangerous, let's give it a try!

I want to see what's inside the attic.

I said to my dad, "Dad, you protect me, and I'll go back to the bedroom immediately."

Although I said that, my steps moved towards the attic.

As I passed by my mom, I made a thumbs-up gesture towards her.

Soon, I heard my mom's angry voice behind me.

Without thinking much, I rushed towards the attic.

Maybe I ran too fast, and I heard a panting sound in my ears.

My disheveled hair flew in the wind, it's almost there!

I grabbed the doorknob.

I heard my dad and mom's roaring behind me:

"Don't!"

But I had already made up my mind, holding the doorknob, I slowly opened the door.

"Creak."

The door opened, and I walked in.

The room was dark, and I tiptoed to turn on the light.

After the light was on, I saw the furnishings in the room.

Just like in the daytime, there were miscellaneous items and a bed.

The only difference was the bloodstains on the floor and a person lying on the bed.

I covered my mouth, filled with shock.

The person lying on the bed was actually me!

Looking at the same face as mine, even wearing the same clothes, I was frightened and sat crooked on the ground.

What on earth is going on?

My parents arrived at the door at this time, and seeing my back, my mom screamed:

"Why can't you live well in this world?

"Why?"

My dad sighed, "It's all over."

Over?

What does that mean?

My mind was in a mess, but I found that the person lying on the bed had woken up.

She sat up, then got out of bed.

I was startled.

She looked at me, there was some helplessness in her eyes, and then she spoke:

"Sigh, didn't I tell you not to enter the attic?

"Forget it, after all, it's in your own world, and you should wake up.

"You can't keep evading."

Evading?

My world?

What is she talking about?

I held my head, feeling like my head was about to explode.

Suddenly, a cockroach appeared at my feet.

A cockroach?

We don't have cockroaches at home, no, there are so many cockroaches at home!

Hahaha!

There are so many cockroaches at home, I feel so wronged, but unfortunately, no one knows about my grievances. I can only confide in them with the cockroaches.

Thinking of this, tears fell down my face.

The other me walked over and touched my head, comforting me softly:

"Don't cry, you have grown up!"

I looked up at the same face as mine, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself lying in a white room, with a sister in a white coat sitting next to me.

She smiled at me, her tone exceptionally gentle:

"You're finally awake."

I rubbed my eyes with my hand, looked around, and my mom was also standing beside me, looking at me with a worried expression.

What on earth is going on?

Wasn't I in the attic?

The sister seemed to see my doubts and explained with a smile, "Don't be afraid, you are in the hospital now, and I am your attending physician. It's safe here.

"Congratulations on overcoming your fears."

I was a bit confused, and before I could think too much, my mom immediately rushed over and held my hand.

Tears poured out, and she blamed me as she spoke:

"Why did you have such dark thoughts? If you died, what would your mom do alone?"

I felt her hot tears, memories gradually surfaced.

Yes, after my younger brother passed away, I wasoverwhelmed with grief and guilt. I couldn't cope with the loss and retreated into my own world, avoiding reality. I had isolated myself, refusing to leave my room and shutting myself off from the outside world. My parents were desperate to help me, but I resisted their efforts and became trapped in my own darkness.

Seeing my mom's tears and hearing her words, I realized the gravity of my actions. I had put my loved ones through immense pain and worry. It was a wake-up call, a realization that I needed to face my fears and confront the challenges of life.

The sister, seeing my distress, spoke softly, "It's okay. Your journey to recovery starts here. We will support you every step of the way."

I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions—relief, guilt, and determination. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was ready to fight my inner demons and find a way back to a normal life.

With the support of my family, the guidance of the medical professionals, and my own perseverance, I embarked on a journey of healing. It was a long and arduous process, filled with therapy sessions, medication, and self-reflection.

Gradually, I started to open up, sharing my thoughts and feelings with my family and the therapist. I learned coping mechanisms and strategies to manage my anxiety and depression. It was a slow progress, with ups and downs, but I was determined to regain control of my life.

Over time, my world expanded beyond the confines of my room. I ventured outside, reconnected with friends, and pursued my passions. The attic, once a symbol of my fears and isolation, became a storage space for old memories, no longer holding power over me.

Today, I am grateful for the support and love I received. I understand the importance of facing my fears, seeking help, and embracing the beauty of life. The journey was challenging, but it led me to a place of strength, resilience, and gratitude.

If you or someone you know is struggling with mental health issues, it's essential to reach out for help. There are resources available, such as therapists, helplines, and support groups, that can provide the necessary guidance and support.