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Ten years of war
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Ten years of war
For us Ukrainians, the war began even earlier.
I remember how one day, when I was still a child, I woke up from the television, which was working loudly, and there on the screen from the bottom there was a line with the words "russia has declared war on Ukraine." That's when, at the age of 13, I had my first panic attack.
And two years ago, I remembered these feelings and the entire spectrum of horror with new strength. The first weeks were like a terrible dream, then came a wild derealization, I ate stacks of sedative pills to beat the heartbeat and reduce the pressure. I remember how they closed the windows tightly, I remember how the whole family made molotov cocktails. It helped to calm down. I remember pouring all my savings into the "come back alive" fund as if it would save the day. I remember how I woke up from loud explosions and immediately understood everything. I remember how I fell face down to the floor as soon as something loudly exploded. I couldn't eat or sleep, I lost 5 kg in the first two weeks.
It was awful. To watch all the events and not be able to do anything. I will never forget that horror. But who caused it. Of course, even here I can't openly write it, because I will be issued a warning or the journal will be deleted.
Ukrainians, write your memories.
For us Ukrainians, the war began even earlier.
I remember how one day, when I was still a child, I woke up from the television, which was working loudly, and there on the screen from the bottom there was a line with the words "russia has declared war on Ukraine." That's when, at the age of 13, I had my first panic attack.
And two years ago, I remembered these feelings and the entire spectrum of horror with new strength. The first weeks were like a terrible dream, then came a wild derealization, I ate stacks of sedative pills to beat the heartbeat and reduce the pressure. I remember how they closed the windows tightly, I remember how the whole family made molotov cocktails. It helped to calm down. I remember pouring all my savings into the "come back alive" fund as if it would save the day. I remember how I woke up from loud explosions and immediately understood everything. I remember how I fell face down to the floor as soon as something loudly exploded. I couldn't eat or sleep, I lost 5 kg in the first two weeks.
It was awful. To watch all the events and not be able to do anything. I will never forget that horror. But who caused it. Of course, even here I can't openly write it, because I will be issued a warning or the journal will be deleted.
Ukrainians, write your memories.
Fascist russia led by it's demented tzar, carried on hands of millions and millions of "innocent civilians".
Speak up. Ignorance of the lucky ones isn't eternal.
But yes, you are right
Оскільки ми залишили моє рідне місто екстрено і поки ще було "тихо", я не потрапив під бойові дії там, плюс я був малим, тому 24.02.2022 було для мене зовсім інакшим і набагато більш кошмарним. Тоді я ліг пізно бо у мене тільки закінчилася сесія і я чіллив за компом малюючи щось для себе, балакав з друзями і думав про те що збираюся робити завтра. Заснув близько четвертої, і вже за дві години прокинувся бо почув як мамі дзвонить хрещена і плаче в трубку. Я тоді повернувся на інший бік і подумав що це мені сниться, я хотів щоб це мені наснилося. Ну але вже за хвилину довелося встати, хоча я досі думаю що тоді я все ж заснув і все це мені сниться.
"Сусідам" і всім хто це підтримує бажаю пережити все те саме, знову, знову і знову. Тримаймося 💔
I will always remember how more than 10 years ago I left my home forever in the Donetsk region, I was staying overnight at my sister's place, from where my parents took me urgently, almost nothing was explained and I didn't even have time to say goodbye to anyone properly :( we lived here and there in different corners, settled in Kyiv and then returned to Donbass to Bakhmut again, remembering now - it was probably my happiest place. And lost him again, it hurts a lot :( now back in Kyiv, but the pain of loss never leaves, I miss Bakhmut unbearably, although it is not my hometown, but I loved it incredibly. Of course, this is not compared to the feelings of my close friends who lost the home in which they lived all their lives, but still :(
Since we left my hometown in an emergency and while it was still "quiet", I was not exposed to hostilities there, plus I was small, so 02/24/2022 was completely different and much more nightmarish for me. Then I went to bed late because I just finished the session and I was staring at the computer drawing something for myself, chatting with friends and thinking about what I am going to do tomorrow. He fell asleep around four o'clock and woke up two hours later because he heard the godmother calling her mother and crying into the phone. I then turned to the other side and thought that I was dreaming, I wanted it to be a dream. Well, I had to get up in a minute, although I still think that then I still fell asleep and all this is a dream.
I wish the "neighbors" and everyone who supports it to experience the same thing, again, again and again. Let's hold on 💔