On the one hand, the events are so intense. It's scary to go to sleep to miss something. If you fall asleep for 3 hours, so many things can happen.
On the other hand, every day has been similar. Even though the time is dragging, I don't sleep much, I eat the same food, I listen to the same news, hear about the same (but every time more horrifying) ruthless attacks, do the same kind of work.
Psychologists say that it's necessary to establish some routines: get back to self-care, reading books, watching movies, working, learning, having a cup of tea in the evening. But I've been feeling uneasy about it: there's some kind of background anxiety that doesn't let you miss a thing. I can't stop listening to the news and scrolling through the newsfeed in social media and messengers.
Sometimes I find comfort in listening to some war-related streamings, standups - now all artists, experts and even comedians are elaborating on the topic that now is of the primary importance to anyone. This is also kind of uniting.
This morning, precisely these minutes, the negotiation between the Ukrainian Foreign Affairs Minister Dmytro Kuleba and his russian counterpart are starting in Antalya, Turkey. People are putting a lot of hope into this event, even though the Minister himself expressed doubt about the potential efficiency of the negotiation due to the fact the russians do not really want to stop killing civilians, but are just playing a diplomacy game. Still I prefer to hope for the ceasefire. I want my family to be back, I want the normal life to be back. I want occupants to stop killing our children. I pray for that.
