I was not prepared for a sudden change in life. My past, before the war, did not involve moving to another environment.. These changes are not according to plans. Everything that is happening to me now seems like a long dream.
The life in which I found myself is happening beyond the limits of the possible and normal. It seems like a fairy tale. Against the background of pain from separation and feelings of guilt. With these feelings, it is impossible to plan my life normally or adequately evaluate myself. Although my feelings resonate with the sincere actions of friends, acquaintances in Ukraine and the support and help of those who are close to me here, where I am separated from my
usual planned, understandable life.
My inner world strives to be where I felt myself, whole, where everything is familiar and close and you can make plans... The body is far from this place. Consciousness tries to assure me that I did everything right, saving part of my universe from war. I divide myself into parts. And I scatter myself around life. Having split into parts, I seem to have dissolved into the universe. Far from home, new meetings, new conditions build my current everyday life instead of me. I'm trying to wake up from a fairy dream to take control of my life. Instead, I feel like a blank slate where my Destiny can paint me any way it wants.
