Since I come back home, my brain was like stopping running, and I could not do anything. I’ve tried to read, which has been confirmed not my way because any book I read could give me a better sleep quality; watching TV series or movies are not really attractive for me. I have watched The Big Bang Theory for years, but now I started to reject it because the final season is approaching and I am afraid to watch the last episode. House M.D. is another TV series I had followed for a long time. I have watched all the seven seasons and some episodes of the eighth season: Dr. House is a god for me, and I like him very much. I will be suffered if I know he will never come back. He will live in my mind forever, and I will remind him.
Murphy, the protagonist of Good Doctor, has a friend, Dr. Glassman, who was the president of San Jose St. Bonaventure Hospital, retired his position because of cancer. Dr. Glassman is kind, sometimes impatient, and a mentor of Dr. Murphy. In the latest episode, Dr. Glassman encountered another patient who has great enthusiasm for cancer. It looks like cancer makes his life meaningful. Of course, he didn’t upset but very passionate. However, Dr. Glassman likes to be alone, and he is realistic. He knows what will go on and why cancer happens because he was devoted to that field for decades. He is not a stubborn man because he asked Murphy if he would choose to take part in a cancer group when he gets cancer. Murphy’s answer was short and reliable: he quotes the research to prove that joining in groups would result in a higher survival rate. So, at the end of that episode, Dr. Glassman finally gives up his elegant posture and ask mates if she wants to play card games.
Inspired by him, I started to look for groups for bipolar disorder. I found two groups in Douban, and I join in a WeChat group via scanning QR Code in one of the groups. The owner is a Junior student, and she has been diagnosed for years. Her treatment has never been stopped. I observed the group for days. Most of them are not optimistic, and they really look like people who have bipolar disorder. A message about suicide cliffhangs minds, and it happens every day. One day I saw a woman expressed that she wants to suicide after her parents passed away. I was trying to comfort her, but at that time, I feel hopeless because no one helps me. I am pleased to help others, but at that time I am too tired to continue chatting with her, and I know how disappointed for her if I tell her I need to go to sleep. I insisted, and my efforts are working. When I get up, I quitted the group. I do not like the group, even though it might be helpful for me.
The writer asks Dr. Glassman to take part in the mutual-aid group for the audience, and I quitted the group for a better mood. The mood of mine is fragile, so I need to take care of it.