Actually, diagnosis means nothing except I don't need the pills (and my social issues never disappear).
I'm crying for him and I miss the illusion I had someone close to me. I miss some stability I had (it was a stable pain but a good meal every day). I miss the person I dreamed of.
I got to know I would be able to cross the border, now I'm waiting for the international passport. And I need to find money somewhere to be able to reach the border.
I could do this at the beginning of the war but decided to stay with the man I loved. But he left. And he didn't care.
I am not strong and independent. And I don't like it, but I should like myself. What is good in me, weak and dependent?