Tell me about my tutor 800.

This is my real growth experience, and it is also my gratitude to my psychological tutor ... my thank-you letter-brave heart.

I am very happy to write to you! I haven't written for a long time, and I don't know what to write (hehe). Let me talk about my growing experience! So you can get to know me better and help me solve the problem as soon as possible. I'm here to thank you!

I lived with my grandparents until I went to middle school. My parents and I live in a room of 10 square meter. Although I don't study well, I am always on tenterhooks, but my family is very warm, although there are occasional minor disturbances. At that time, I was naive and lively, skipping all day and always doing nothing. I am always eager to be happy. As long as I can do what I want, I will be happy. Whenever I am immersed in happiness, I will forget all my troubles and enjoy this wonderful time.

However, my natural curiosity made me make some bad friends. They taught me to lie, laugh at others, cheat, be selfish and rebel ... I found that I can do many things like this: I can become a good student by keeping a good relationship with my teacher, lie about forgetting my homework, playing truant, stealing, cheating and teasing my best friend ... I have to cheat my teacher like this because I don't study well, but I know that I can't do many things, so I never do them.

I know my nature is simple and kind, and a little silly, so they treat me like a fool, laugh at me, tease me and use me. At that time, I just felt inferior. I don't know why they did this to me. Slowly, with the growth of age, I gradually understand-that is jealousy. I have a natural artistic talent. I was a teacher in kindergarten. In primary school, my talent gradually developed, reading, singing, dancing, painting, creation, electronic piano ... I really love them! I am very happy and proud! I am a natural performer, I love to show off, I am vain, and I want to pursue perfection! However, I also feel inferior, lazy, cowardly, impetuous, empty and sensitive. ...

I am the funniest and least fond of learning in my class. I try my best not to do my homework, but my grades can't be faked. Once I got the lowest score in my class in an English exam, and the teacher invited my parents. I told my parents in despair that my bright red blood was printed on the test paper, which was shocking together with that impressive score. I know my parents also hate iron to produce steel, but I am really tired of learning, afraid of teachers, classmates and textbooks. Waking up every morning is like falling into hell, and my heart is very painful. I can't eat breakfast, and I want to throw up every morning!

However, I finally survived. I went to a poor junior high school. As I grow older, I am less and less adapted to the surrounding environment. Their quality is very low. They smoke and fight, and boys and girls drink and fight together. I want to jump out of this environment! There is only one way, and that is to study hard! I began to study, although the foundation was poor, but through hard work, my grades finally came up, and I didn't hate going to school so much! Finally, in the third year, I entered the fast class, which was the turning point of my fate! Going to the fast class is going to high school and college! But because of my poor foundation, I am much worse than others. I always blame myself, in despair. If I didn't do well in the exam, I beat myself and pinched myself, but it didn't help. My grades are still not ups and downs, which makes me feel deeply inferior and distorts my mind. In high school, I finally got the first place in my life. I feel this is a joke from God. How could I be the first? God must think he owes me something to make me happy. This is how I always deny myself, feel inferior and conceited. I am struggling to survive in contradiction! My talent is what I cherish most, and I have always been proud of it. It is like a nameless force that encourages and guides me. Although I am young and don't know what it is, my perception tells me that I can't give up on myself easily!

When I was a sophomore, I told myself that I would change everything in my new class! I no longer burn the midnight oil, no longer abuse myself, and try to be brave and cheerful. Work hard with classmates! I finally did it. I won everyone's love and joined this group. Everyone likes to listen to my singing and listening to my hosting program. I have friends! I'm so happy! My grades are stable!

Happy times always pass quickly. In the third year of high school, we separated. Everyone is very sad. Our class ran to the restaurant and had the last supper. The students cried and the boys and girls were drunk. Everyone is very sad. They keep saying, we are in Class Six, we are in Class Six! Unfortunately, I didn't go that time, because under the pressure of the college entrance examination, I had this compulsive consciousness, and there was nothing I could do! I sleep every day, I am afraid, I am afraid that I will ruin myself! I think a lot, I don't think I will live to this day! However, in this abyss of pain, you appeared! You are like a bright light in the night, giving me the hope of rebirth! Give me confidence, give me courage and give me affirmation! I will never forget you in my life. You are my mentor on the road to growth, and you are my driving force! Thank you sincerely, I don't know how to express my gratitude to you! Only thank you, thank you, thank you ...

The road to growth is so hard that I can hardly bear the lightness of life. I gradually realized that this world is the only paradise! The dignity of life can never be abandoned! Whether you are beautiful or ugly, happy or miserable, rich or poor! Everyone has the right to live! Because we are the only people who can decide our own destiny! Although I haven't fully recovered, I will be brave, work hard and study hard! I still have a long way to go, and I will stick to it no matter what! I want to prove to myself that I can do it!

I stand at the crossroads of life, looking back with disappointment, I can't help but burst into tears. I am so haggard and lonely. Suddenly I feel that life is just as long, short and brilliant as a cigarette! I want to seize the spark of life, even for a moment! Several years later, when I stand at the crossroads of life again, I will still think of this stormy day, but I will not be helpless again, because at that time, I have already