About the book: 2021 / The last four years of my life turned into an endless whirlpool of thoughts, confusion and fatigue. I was unable to look at myself: a girl, in for which there is so little hope left. So unforgivably weak. Fragments of memories are all that I have left. People always behaved the same way: banal words of sympathy, and then a shameful flight. He is the only one who did not ask about my childhood and what happened. With him I learned to breathe again. He gave me air. But he has his own tragedy. And he will never be the same. And he also believes that he does not have the strength to love me.