My Story

In the 1990s, I was born on an unnamed mountaintop in China. Only my grandmother and mother completed my birth. At that time, China had just begun to prosper, but we lived in a remote rural area, and my parents were working hard to provide me with a good living environment. Before the age of 10, I grew up in the love of a group of people. I was like a fearless wild monkey, running freely in the forest of the mountains, absorbing the spiritual energy of the sun and moon.

Later, I had a younger brother. My father needed to work away from home to support the family, and my mother became addicted to gambling. During those years of my adolescence, I seemed to suddenly lose all happiness and all love. I was often hungry. Due to my mother's neglect, I also needed to take care of my younger brother. I stood on a stool to cook. In the middle of the night, I was alone with a baby, extinguishing a burning quilt. I took care of my mother who had a car accident. I was beaten and scolded without reason. Every night, I cried, thinking why I didn't die. Gradually, I grew up. I also began to understand my mother's difficulties and complained about the absence of father's love. My guilt and unworthiness towards my family grew deeper. Later, my father finally didn't have to go out, and my mother no longer gambled all day, but what I waited for was not family harmony, but endless complaints and indifference. Therefore, my only goal was to escape from here, as far as possible.

In 2017, I came to the southernmost place in the world, New Zealand, as I wished, farther and farther away from my parents, my hometown, all the people I knew, and the familiar environment. I was so fearless, coming to this strange country and starting from scratch. I began to study and work, doing my best to reduce expenses. At that time, I was like a spinning top that didn't know how to stop. Finally, I had my first career in life, early childhood education. I was full of enthusiasm, with endless ideas in my mind. I devoted a lot of love into this career that I considered my own. However, I was too young at that time, always liking to devote myself to things with passion. I saw too much ugliness and too much sorrow. Gradually, I also began to learn to treat everything indifferently like them, but this detachment made me suffer terribly. Various problems began to appear in my body. I changed my work environment again and again, but it was just self-deception. I began to try to find new outlets, but I was always trapped in this endless abyss.

2024 can be considered the most painful and difficult year of my life so far. I was caught between work and relationships, with nowhere to escape, suppressed to death. I begged God countless times to give me an accidental death, and I was hysterical countless times, wanting to end myself. Perhaps it was the beautiful memories of childhood that kept me struggling, or perhaps it was that I was not meant to die. I decided to actively cut off one end. My body gave serious warnings, but there was no medicine that could relieve it. Without any specific plan or backup, I resigned from my stable job. From then on, I had no stable income and no longer had the label of social identity. I became a complete poor person. After resigning, I didn't get better immediately. The physical pain was accumulated over time, and emotional pain couldn't be healed overnight. In noisy environments, especially when there were children, I would begin to have unconscious headaches, nausea, and dizziness. They call this PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). After sinking for a period of time, by chance, I saw Neurographica and began to try to draw it myself. But at this time, I was just imitating without understanding the deep meaning, more of NeuroArt. But even so, I was fascinated by this tool. Drawing became the only thing I wanted to do every day. I could truly feel that I was still alive and still had strength.

Later, there was a voice in my heart that kept telling me to systematically learn Neurographica. I hesitated for a long time, not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't afford the tuition. However, the miracle began here. Perhaps the universe also wanted to encourage me not to give up. My father, who had only about ten years of companionship in my life, someone we hardly communicated with, by chance, we started a chat about my career. Then, without hesitation, he transferred the tuition to me. This money also successfully helped me open the door to learning Neurographica as I wished. Since then, I received an invitation from a therapist who had accompanied me for ten years, also my friend and my noble person, to start introducing Neurographica to more people. I also began to get some financial returns by doing what I love. I started a new journey in life and began to believe more firmly in the companionship and support of the universe.

If I walk on the path that should appear in my life, I will first be enjoying and full of energy. I will also receive continuous encouragement from the universe, sending me those I need, whether it's help, money, or noble people and other so-called rewards. But everything is because I want to walk the path I should walk.

The story is still happening. People with the same frequency also begin to appear in life. I'm still fighting, growing, and there are still physical discomforts that come and go, emotional breakdowns, and life difficulties. However, I already know that these will continue to happen, but I allow them to flow through my life.