I am in shock, I am crying, I have goosebumps. Today my daughter shared poems. And to give you an idea, I have two of them - twins, they are now 17, at 13 they had self-harm, smoking, alcohol. One of them didn’t accept me at all. There were visits to psychologists, psychotherapists, taking antidepressants, they suggested putting her in a psychiatric hospital. At that time, the psychologist told me that the problem was with me, and that was such a push for my development. I realized that I was practically in fear 24/7 and I was pouring this fear into them, supposedly out of love for them. I started talking a lot with them, saying that I was raised in fear, and then they told me, "Mom, someone has to leave this behind. And that’s you!" I pulled myself out of fear for them by my hair. And everything started to improve. After the first Puja, the relationships became even warmer. And now they, and I (2 times :)), mom, brother, husband are all at the Puja. Earlier, all her poems were about pain, and now they are like......
