Not my photo
Meaning, I didn't take it. It was a gift from Babcia Irena, to cheer me up. She took the foto a few years back, and now made it into this.
Every day, I wake up hoping I finally got some grip on this crazy reality, and on my anxiety. I have good moments, and bad moments, but inevitably go to bed discouraged and exhausted.
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