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@cavs I gave the Cavs no chance in this game and I’m happy as hell I was wrong.
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@cavs Great win, took control of this game early and never lost focus!
And shout-out to Merrill, he took the licking but kept on ticking!👏👏👏
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HUAWEI's Tau (τ) Scaling Law is a new principle for guiding the future development of semiconductors. By 2031, HUAWEI's high-end chips are expected to feature a transistor density equivalent to 14 Å (1.4 nm) processes. Watch the livestream to learn more! twitter.com/i/broadcasts/1…
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@cavs @BestBarknCtown AND YOU CAN BOOK THIS SERIES TO THE CAVALIERS!!!! Final Four bound let’s go!!!
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@cavs Watched in Japan (even while teaching) vintage Whatever It Takes shirt on in the classroom.
It's not the cool wine colored ones you've been giving out this year, but it got the job done!
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#bestgame7ever
#letemknow
#farthestfan
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From China's Hupu forum, Author: Xuegong Xiaowu： Someone asked me how today's game went. Honestly, for me, winning or losing hasn't been just about basketball for a long time. It’s a beam of light that has carried me through countless dark moments.
I am a girl who has been deeply trapped in depression for a very long time, constantly wrapped in low spirits, mental exhaustion, and utter despair. The doctor would tell me over and over to "just be happier," but time and again, I couldn't find an emotional outlet. I pushed close to the edge of breaking down so many times, just wanting to give up on myself. It was Harden—and this unbroken, 17-year devotion—that pulled me back from the brink time after time, giving me the strength to grit my teeth and hold on until now.
Because of Harden, I slowly started learning about birth charts, fortune-telling, divination, horoscopes, and tarot cards. I’m not superstitious, nor do I truly believe in fate; I was just so deeply anxious about his every game, every up and down. I couldn't help but check the fortunes for Harden and the Cavs. Sometimes the results were surprisingly accurate, as if I could genuinely glimpse how the game would play out; other times, they were absurdly off-base and hilarious. But I never cared about the accuracy. It was just for fun, a tiny shred of anticipation to look forward to in a suffocating life. Keeping up with news about Harden and the Cavs and sharing updates became my most important way to destress. During the days when depression repeatedly tortured me, these little things—seemingly trivial to outsiders—became my lifelines against the pain, the only warm anchor I could hold onto.
The agony of depression is something only those who have lived it can truly understand. It’s not just "being in a bad mood." It’s that sudden, suffocating feeling in the dead of night; it’s the total negation of your own self-worth; it’s feeling that the world is meaningless and that living has no purpose. There were several times I honestly couldn't take it anymore, filled with absolute despair, just wanting to end it all. But every single time I was on the verge of breaking down, wanting to finish everything, as long as Harden's face flashed through my mind and I reminded myself that I was still here to support him and wait for him, I forced myself to suppress those extreme thoughts. It was him who made me reluctant to leave this world time and again, pushing me to hold on for just one more day, to push through just one more mile.
I have loved Harden for a full seventeen years. This connection began with an innocent, youthful crush. I’m grateful to the person who once made my heart flutter, because they accidentally introduced me to Harden. What started as just casually keeping tabs turned into a love that defined my entire youth. That childhood crush eventually faded, but my passion for Harden took deep root in my heart. I watched him go from a spirited young player to bouncing around multiple teams, enduring injuries, doubts, low points, and heartbreaks. He stumbled along the way, but he never gave up on his championship dream. Meanwhile, I grew from an innocent girl into someone trapped by depression, constantly wrestling with my illness. We seem like two strangers separated by a screen, yet in our respective lives, we have supported and saved each other.
I have always quietly studied my own birth chart, which is set at 8:00 AM. I’ve always believed that my state of mind and energy shift with the flow of time, and that I have to wait until 8:00 PM to slowly recover my energy and find the courage to open social media and speak my mind. I had actually made up my mind never to post again, never to expose my vulnerability and brokenness on the internet. I wanted to quietly undergo treatment, slowly heal myself, and wait until I was fully recovered before coming back to share my thoughts with everyone. I thought I would just silently watch over Harden, fight my illness alone, and not bother anyone.
But everything that happened today completely shattered my plans. This morning, I was still at the hospital. The surroundings felt heavy and suffocating, and my mood was already very low. Just then, I suddenly heard a Harden fan shouting and cheering with pure, ecstatic excitement. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat, and I instantly realized: Harden made it to the Eastern Conference Finals. In a flash, all the long-accumulated heartache, suppression, deep emotion, and pure joy rushed to my heart, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.
I've always felt that my fortune never comes out of nowhere. Today, as Harden fought his way into the Eastern Conference Finals, turning the tide against all odds, my own energy and fortune felt renewed and amplified. I genuinely felt that countless fans who love Harden just as much as I do were cheering for him, and in doing so, they were invisibly boosting my spirits and giving me strength. I am no longer fighting depression all by myself. This bond, born out of our shared love for Harden, reminds me that there is still warmth in this world.
I gathered my courage and opened Hupu. The moment I tapped on my notifications, I completely broke down. There were nearly five hundred messages. Scrolling through them one by one, they were filled with nothing but the most genuine care from strangers online. Some were asking if my health was improving; some expressed deep empathy for my struggles with depression; some cheered with me for Harden’s advancement; others encouraged me to get proper treatment and live life fully. While everyone cared about Harden's future journey, they also gently caught the broken pieces of me. It turns out that my obsession, my vulnerability, and my perseverance were all seen, understood, and treated with kindness. The goodwill coming through the screen felt like beams of faint light, illuminating my gray world.
When I read fortunes and cast divinations for Harden, I was actually cheering myself on as well. Harden has moved from place to place, faced doubts, been underestimated, and endured injuries, yet he never gave up. I have been trapped in depression, breaking down repeatedly and tearing myself apart, yet because of him, I chose to persevere time after time. We are both gritting our teeth and moving forward through adversity—he is giving his all for his dream on the court, while I am fighting bitterly to keep afloat in life. Countless times I asked myself: should I let go of this obsession? Should I stop worrying about Harden? But every single time, the answer was resolutely firm: I can't give it up.
This love has long transcended ordinary fandom. It has merged into my youth, etched itself into my bones and blood, becoming my armor against depression and my entire faith to keep living. Others might not understand why a girl would be so dedicated to a single basketball star for seventeen years, or how someone so far away could carry her through countless unbearable days and nights. But only I know that in my loneliest, most desperate moments—when I wanted to disappear completely—it was Harden who made me feel that life is worth living, and gave me the courage to keep moving forward.
My doctor told me to be happier, but I used to have no idea how to find joy. It was Harden who taught me that perseverance itself is a form of strength. It was the kindness of countless stranger fans that let me feel the tenderness of the world. Today, Harden making it to the Eastern Conference Finals is his victory, but it is also my rebirth. In the days to come, my depression might not heal instantly, and I will still have moments where I lose control of my emotions or doubt myself, but I am no longer afraid.
I will continue my treatment properly, slowly make peace with myself, and accept my own vulnerabilities. I will keep guarding this 17-year love, standing by Harden and the Cavs through every single game ahead. I look forward to the day Harden fulfills his championship dream, and I look forward to walking out of the shadows myself to embrace life. Thank you to the person I used to have a crush on all those years ago, for leading me to meet the light that saved me. Thank you, Harden, for your unwavering presence over these seventeen years, illuminating my broken life.
Thank you to all the fans who care about me, for healing me with your warmth. And thank you for this hard-won victory, which has allowed me to find my courage again.
I’ve actually met Harden twice in real life; I was so happy back then.
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