I pick up my life piece by piece and every time I take it apart again

Today my father went to the front. To a hot spot. I just don't know if I'll see him again. I don't know if I can hear his voice again. I don't know what news I'll wake up with tomorrow. It's a terrible feeling

Before that, I was sick for a long time, could not bring down the temperature and completely lost my voice. I didn't have the strength to get out of bed

My life has really turned into a nightmare

I understand that I can't give up. I need to feed myself and animals, I need to help my country, pay taxes, I need to continue treatment. Every time I try harder to get up

I ask a huge forgiveness from everyone who has been waiting for me for two months. It is very difficult for me to get out of this state, but I do. I try to draw. And I will try. Thank you. You are simply the best

You can still support me:
PayPal: darchuk.diana[at]gmail.com

Thank you!
I'm only holding on for you