I used to write as well. In most cases, they were fairy tales. I invented them myself. About real people from my life. I would draw designs for these tales and give people the happiness of being the Heroes of miracles. There were also poems, but they were rare. When my country was attacked, in a full-scale invasion, it was as if I hid in my own world. I started writing poems. There was everything in them. I am a terrible empath. It is my curse and my gift. And through poems, I would release prayers for the Heroes of my Ukraine, through poems, I would write to the demons that crawled onto the land of my country. Through poems, I wrote for my children and the husband I was waiting for. With poems, I wouldn’t sleep, with poems, I wandered in illusory dreams. Through poems, I hated and loved. Perhaps now it is my gift. But, you know, I want to write fairy tales again. I don’t want poems. Because in fairy tales, there is no war. In fairy tales, Good always triumphs over evil.

Pray for us! Support my Ukraine! We are standing as a wall for all humanity right now. Because if we don’t succeed, everyone else will have to stop the demons.