Hello Dear Ladies. Thank you, Danielle and Lori.
In my town I have a reputation of a crazy woman for what I've done, if I lived during the witch hunt years I would have been burned at the stake a long time ago. I feel phobic everywhere of everyone being looked at me like I'm crazy, the effect of bullying. Maybe I'm not actually the Caring Whisper but hysterical, su****dal lunatic. I realize that I make mistakes, I try to analyze them and not to make them in the future, but as soon as I get into a state of hysteria, I forget all this and make the same mistakes. That week of su****al thoughts hurts my body pretty badly. My eyes still hurt and I have a high fever. I cried all my tears and became emotionless. I just don't have the strength to stand, I fall to the floor and can't get up, I have no emotions, I realize I'm living in hell and everyone around me hates me, but I accept it coldly, with the realization of what's happening. If I may offend anyone with my dark thoughts, forgive me, I am afraid and feel shame. The only things that keeps me alive is painting and dancing, and my daughter of course, the main meaning of my life.
Sunset in the snowy mountains of Alaska