Hi, guys!
My last post was over a week ago. The thing is that after I did it, I ended up in the occupied zone, where there was not only the Internet, but there was no water, electricity, cellular communications - nothing at all.
To be left without the Internet and communication means to be left without news. That is, there were only those that you see with your eyes and hear with your ears. Explosions, shock waves, from which the windows and the house are shaking, and fighter jets, practically catching the roof.
I don’t want to write about how we got out of there, I can only say that through the checkpoints of the invaders, and now I definitely have to treat another post-traumatic stress disorder with a psychotherapist. It's a miracle that I can write this post now.
We got out a few days ago, and only now have I been able to pull myself together enough to write at least something. I understand how important routine is for the psyche, and now I will try to publish regularly. I have some art materials on hand and I hope to try to return to the drawing, so that at least something distracts me from the horror that is happening around.
Very happy to be back. Glory to Ukraine!
See you in the next post!
Love, Inber