Arangr

Since I was little, I always tried to understand why I’m more unimportant than others…

Why did my father getting angry when I appoint for justice. Why he was smacking me in the face…

What have I done to deserve this?

That old experiences run like an golden threat through my life….

Right now it returns and I get a bad conscience because I feel sore again…

Like my Mum said: “Ah, now I understand, you don’t wanna get in touch with your sis because your feel aggrieved.”

Yes, I do but I have the fucking right!

I cannot turn a blind eye to the “shit” anymore. It destroys me.

Wenn ich schon so kaum in die Natur kann, genieße ich jede Minute, die ich in meinem kleinen Garten (oder in Oma’s Garten) verbringen kann.

Mehr und mehr Früchte reifen und ich darf vieles sammeln und verarbeiten - verzehren; die Schönsten bekommt meine wunderbare Tochter.

Jeden Tag verstärkt sich die Überzeugung, dass sie das Allerbeste ist, was mir in meinem Leben passiert ist.

It’s so relieving that I’m on my own again…only with my daughter, my cats and not much more.

I haven’t listen to all that self-made problems…no more energy get lost in supporting in nothing…

I can feel ME…I can do what I like to do.

I’m really more relaxed…balanced.

Migräne sogut wie überstanden und ab morgen hoffentlich wieder mehr Energie, um so einiges neu zu ordnen…zu beenden….zu beginnen

Yes, I am. There are just a few human beings which share their love with me…this is invaluable and so grateful.

thank you..you know who you are!

You save me.