For some people this story is hard to believe in, but I have no reason to lie.
About 2 years ago, I began to lose my feelings, the sense of beauty, feelings of love
and tenderness, a sense of joy and excitement. No doubt it was a mental disorder.
I stopped all commissions and rushed to the doctors. I spent a lot of money, took a ton
of different drugs, but there was no result...
About six months ago my health worsened significantly. After unsuccessful attempts to
stabilize my condition, I was hospitalized in a psychiatric hospital. My mental pain and
anguish somehow was able to subdue. Later treatment still did not give any results...
On the 22nd of April, on my birthday, I was handed some diagnosis - neurosis,
personality disorder and something else i don't remember. The worst thing that my
condition is untreatable...
I will never be able to fall in love or feel love, I will never be able to feel joy or
excitement, I will never be able to feel pleasure and tenderness...
and I will never be able to draw again.
That is the end of my story.
I haven't decided yet what I will do in the future, but now I have plenty of time for decision.
Thanks all of you, my friends, who beleived, hoped and watched me all these times. I will never forget you.