(Minghui.org) Since 1999, the Chinese Communist Party has launched an all-out campaign to slander and defame Falun Dafa, poisoning the minds of all who were unaware of the truth through state media, social propaganda tools, and school campuses.
In 2003, when I was in second grade, defamatory display boards about Falun Dafa appeared in my school. Therefore, my understanding of Falun Dafa came entirely from the government’s one-sided narrative.
I was born into a family with little parental love. From the time I can remember, constant family conflicts and disputes shaped me into an introverted person—serious and reserved, with a frail constitution. Throughout elementary school, I endured not only frequent colds and fevers but also bullying from my desk-mate. This made me feel that life was unfair, and even at such a tender age I contemplated ending it all.
Finally, I entered middle school. I became focused on studying well so that I could contribute to society in the future. I was full of ambition. I served as a class representative, ran for a class officer position, and pursued personal achievements. In high school, I yearned for “fame” even more, and hoped to gain more recognition from others. I became the class “Youth League Secretary,” feeling quite pleased with myself and often sharing this with others.
During high school, my aunt came to our home for a visit and told me that Falun Dafa wasn’t what the TV portrayed. She said the “Tiananmen self-immolation” was staged and fake, and then revealed that she herself was a Falun Dafa practitioner. This surprised me. I quickly chose to withdraw from the Communist Youth League and Young Pioneers organizations I had once joined.
After entering the university, I learned to bypass internet restrictions. I saw videos of the truth about the Tiananmen Massacre and the persecution of Falun Dafa, and it made me weep. I couldn’t even imagine living in a country where human rights were so utterly destroyed. At that moment, a thought arose in my heart: I must use the knowledge I’ve gained to uphold social justice. Therefore, I decided to pursue graduate studies abroad, continuing my education to better contribute my value in my field.
The university I attended was located in the city where another aunt lived. I later learned that she had been practicing Falun Dafa since before 1999. However, the persecution by the Chinese Communist Party has been relentless over the years. With her own struggles to cope with, I once again missed the opportunity to connect with Falun Dafa.
The year after I graduated from college, the pandemic struck, and my family faced significant financial strain. Pursuing further studies abroad was no longer an option. Due to various circumstances, I couldn’t become romantically involved with a classmate I admired, and I felt depressed.
Reflecting on the various setbacks and heartaches I’d endured over two decades, I often fell asleep at night in tears. Eventually, I even contemplated slitting my wrists to escape all the pain. During that period, I would think every day after work about going to the supermarket to buy the sharpest knife possible, hoping to minimize the pain of death.
But strangely, these thoughts seemed to be blocked whenever I passed the supermarket; I would often only remember I had forgotten to buy a knife when I got home.
During this time, I met a Falun Dafa practitioner named Haixia. She was sunny, open-minded, and understanding, which perfectly matched my expectations of a Falun Dafa practitioner.
At that time, due to overwhelming emotional distress, I went to the hospital. The psychiatrist prescribed medication, but I felt that the drugs were utterly incapable of alleviating my inner torment. So I sought out Haixia and candidly shared my experiences and the reasons behind my suicidal thoughts.
She said, “Dafa forbids killing living beings—how could you kill yourself?” She explained human destiny and reincarnation, analyzing the root of my inner suffering. At that moment, I felt I had finally met the person who understood me best in this world. Thus, I abandoned my suicidal thoughts and, with her help, embarked on the path of cultivating Dafa.
In the days that followed, what I looked forward to most was studying the Fa after work. I had come to understand that the purpose of human existence is not merely to live as a human being, but to return to one’s true nature and ultimately return to our heavenly home.
After I began to practice Falun Dafa, my body underwent noticeable changes: I felt energetic and light every day. Previously, my frail constitution left me exhausted after just a few steps, but now I can run long distances easily. I used to have trouble even unscrewing water bottle caps, but now I’ve become strong enough to change the large bottles of water in the office. Cultivation has opened my wisdom and insight, allowing “miracles” to frequently occur in my work.
Words cannot express my gratitude to Master. Thank you, Master, for your salvation, allowing a young person who was in dire straits in this chaotic world to be reborn and attain Dafa. Thank you, Master! Thank you to all the fellow practitioners who have helped me!
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