Sunday, 15 December 2024

Depression

 I saw depression  and I stopped talking, writing, getting pretty , forgot who am I and cooked food unnecessarily and I said everyone how I feel proud to be a great mother, sister, daughter, of course a great female dedicating her life for other.

Then...time passed and passed like one shrewd  enemy and I found myself empty.



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