What is it like to have a classmate die suddenly in class at school?

One thing is that a girl from the second grade downstairs jumped off the fifth floor and hit her head directly on a big flowerpot. She didn't die instantly. The security guard heard the sound and rushed to the hospital, and finally died. And that landing place is next to a small newsstand, where I go to watch current affairs news every day. That happened during the evening study. The next day, when I strolled to the small newsstand, I saw a warning line. Some flowerpots were broken and some bushes on them were crooked. I wondered what was going on, and the next day I knew that a girl committed suicide and didn't come back. I was very sad and began to silently observe the attitudes and reactions of my classmates, teachers and parents around me (and also formed the habit of observing others' reactions). The influence of this incident has always been there, so that when I was a sophomore, I couldn't help crying when I mentioned it to my teacher in the psychological counseling room. Death is so close to me, which is my intuitive feeling. I feel cold all over. I feel sorry for that girl. If she is going to fall on the edge of a cliff, someone will help her or shout, "Dude, there is a cliff ahead, be careful!" " "Maybe the ending won't be like this. I have the idea of studying psychology in my mind. If my friend is in such a desperate situation, can I give him a hand to stop crying and making trouble in the future?

The second thing: after college, I learned that a classmate in high school didn't survive chemotherapy and died, 18 years old. I was surprised and uncomfortable. I felt that the money donated at that time was too small. I should donate all the money. When I was a freshman, my high school classmates held a reunion. A classmate named Niu Qunqun had a very good relationship with the deceased classmates. He drank a lot of wine at the party and cried for a long time.

The third thing: Q, my roommate and good friend, was depressed enough to commit suicide in the last August of the postgraduate entrance examination. Being with her for a week was really depressing, uncomfortable and scared. I'm afraid I'll die if I can't let go of Q. In a week, she suddenly changed: collapsed, pale, unable to eat, insomnia and fatigue, the morbid and depressed temperament that can be seen at a glance. For a week, her mother called every night, and I dared not leave with her every day. Even in the study room, I saw that she was still calculating the number three without a moment's rest. A week later, I was alive and kicking again and in a good mood. Afterwards, I joked: I am dying this week, but I am back, and I am not afraid of anything! ! !

I witnessed her transformation, which was very tragic, but I survived. As a roommate, I really witnessed how much she paid for the postgraduate entrance examination. She practiced counting three for two years, brushed a real question and recited a professional course. (Some people who don't plan to take the postgraduate entrance examination are less forced. They think they have strength when they set a goal before they are ready. They have a sense of superiority and think they are students of the target school. Just because you have a big goal doesn't mean you have that strength. Finally died in a professional class. Although I didn't go ashore, I always thought she was better than me. I just got lucky and landed.

I know that the result of the postgraduate entrance examination will disappoint her for a while, but it will not knock her down and become an excuse for endless complaints. Therefore, I personally hate people who only complain and complain. When I have time and mood to complain, I might as well try to improve this situation. Of course, I won't say this to people who often complain, especially those who rush on the road of complaining, because they can't stop it.

I'm glad my friend came out. Why am I just happy, not happy? If my friend chooses to commit suicide when he can't stand the long-term accumulated depression and anxiety, my good friend who accompanies me every day will definitely be greatly impacted. I know I can't stand it, so I am like a person who is trying to survive, looking for all kinds of possibilities to avoid such things, and not giving myself any possibility or opportunity to experience such an impact. High school only goes to the scene where classmates commit suicide every day. I can't help crying when I mention it. If it is a good friend I contact every day, I can't bear the impact and blow. I don't want this to happen again.

Afterwards, I was actually very grateful to my poor original ecological family, although I suffered many negative effects. I also let go of my high school classmates, and I couldn't help crying without mentioning them again. After entering the university, I have been reading professional psychological books and consulting psychological counselors, so that I have encountered such a situation: when friends have strong suicidal thoughts and impulses, they know what not to do or say to stimulate their friends, how to appease their impulses and irritability, and what to do is more conducive to their friends to spend the dark time without being blocked.

After that incident, I should reflect on one thing: First, try to control and adjust my emotions, even online, I need to pay more attention, because it will be "an old habit, which is difficult to change". You may indulge yourself because you don't know or just chat with netizens. But every action is also shaping my habits and consciousness. Finally, I quietly created myself and decided the direction of my life. Second, read more good books, and the critical moment may really save you.