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Chapter 4: The Cold Rain of “Correctness”
I spent my days huddled in my room, terrified of my dwindling bank balance. And into that space, the world relentlessly poured its "correct arguments." The Cold Rain of "Personal Responsibility" "Don't be spoiled." "Try harder." Drifting... -
Chapter 3: Dwindling Bank Balances, Eroding Self-Esteem
The silence I gained by shutting myself away from society didn't last long. What crept in to replace it was a physical "premonition of the end." The Countdown to Zero Every time I made a withdrawal, the balance displayed on the ATM scree... -
Chapter 2: When the “Correctness” Outside Becomes Poison
A few days into my isolation. The sludge-like fatigue deep inside my body didn't fade; instead, it grew thicker. Poisoned by the Sound of "Daily Life" Sunlight leaking through the gaps in the curtains drew sharp, knife-like lines on the ... -
Chapter 1: Counting the Wood Grain — The Silence Named Eternity
The day I was handed the diagnosis of "Adjustment Disorder," I was forcibly removed from the battlefield (the construction site). What came first wasn't despair or sadness; it was just an overwhelming sense of "nothingness." The Silent P... -
Prologue: The Bottomless Swamp of Adjustment Disorder
I used to believe that refusing to acknowledge my own limits was the definition of "strength." I was always the first to enter the construction site and the last to finish the blueprints. "I'm fine." "I can do it." I didn't realize back ...