a young girl.
Anastasia (name changed). 18.
Working a few months…
a Year ago the state of mind Nastya was VERY difficult. Lots of sadness, anxiety, fear. Thoughts about death. Not without the help of a psychiatrist and a long medication…
she Now feels so much better. But it's still difficult is where a lot of people. Anxious in shops, at bus stops, in metro… Anastasia entered the first year of University, but had to take time off. Didn't have the strength to go every day to class, to communicate with people. Lost interest in the profession…
Anxiety and fears.
How to go to an unfamiliar audience? What happens if I fail to answer correctly? And if you laughed at? How to start a conversation with a stranger?
And what if it goes against me? And I'm all alone in this world?
Later during therapy – questions about whether I want to study in this University or not? This is my profession? Can I do it? Can?
And then another, deeper…
What I really want?
do I Have the right to want something?
Why I so often feel guilty?
Feel like you have no rights… I still have to earn their due.
do I Have the right to live?
If Yes, then where is my place?
Talking, drawing, writing stories…
Metaphorical map.
A more personal journal…
One morning, Cindy went to the office. Sat down in her favorite place.
outside the window the overcast sky, raindrops tapping on the glass.
- you Know, I walked here…I Wanted to feel the smell of wet grass.
I suddenly noticed that all the green around. The leaves are large! And in the Park near Your office so many colors! I'm already not the first day here walking around the city, and see everything as if for the first time…
I've been thinking. I wanted to die… it seemed to me that this world is so dangerous, the people… And after death I will start a new life, and everything will be different, happily…
but why wait? Here I am walking on the street, feel the rain, see different people… And I wonder, what are they? They care about happy? And what I with them? I think I greatly exaggerated their hostility to me before…
We and mom talking about it! So cool!! We never did it, and now she and some other steel.
And I'm just that good.
I am. Alive. I'm in his place.
I listen to her, and it made me glad and warm at heart.
Such a long way. Step by step… From heart to heart.
All resemblance to real people is accidental.
When you copy the author and the article reference.
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