Where is that freedom? She said ...

The city seemed grayer than ever and darker than all the clouds in the sky. The ghosts were long gone, but their shadows had left their spiritual clones everywhere, playing sneaky, sinister tricks wherever she went. Was she really unlucky, or was it the reality of paranormal phenomena? Had she ever tried to think that it wasn't her fault, no matter what she did to survive, while others were doing much better, and she was only getting sicker and sicker surrounded by these tyrannosaurs who didn't even think about giving her 10 minutes of peace? She began to learn from animals how to survive in the company of so-called humans.

Moving out of the village was supposed to make her healthier and happier, being closer to more mentally diverse people, which should have given her a better state of consciousness and the ability to protect herself, but it didn't work in her favor, on the contrary, it brought her more and more baggage to heal, digest, and move through, no matter what she did, what she learned to get through it, nothing really worked, as if the only option to finally break free was to do nothing, but her sensitive body and highly sensitive process didn't give her a chance to rest. No matter what she thought, no matter how tired and exhausted she was, she had to follow the rules of the practices and the schedule, otherwise the days would become more and more difficult, and people even more difficult to digest.

The air was polluted, and the energy of the people around her was too lost, too chaotic to hold on to or make new friends, to be nice to them to cheer them up, but taking their pain upon herself dragged her to bed, preventing her from further exploring the place. The person she lived with was cold and brutal, offering her no help or real support.

No matter how many healing transformations took place, her ability to coexist somehow strengthened, but the challenges grew with each passing day. Some problems disappeared completely, and millions of others began to appear. She continued to help those she considered most important, even from a distance, so regardless of her own struggles and painful physical and emotional experiences, she had to endure.

The environment in both places was more than unbearable. In the first, she was surrounded by workers on all sides of her home, so the noise started at 5 a.m. every day, as if you were at the dentist but in a stadium full of people, to reach the sound, even though she found so much beauty and joy in these places, especially in nature.

The pain caused by the noise made her leave the city, which was simply too crowded for someone like her. Somehow, thousands of angels began to arrive in the form of dogs, insects, trees, and finally people. She found her way and got out again in the most turbulent month. She found her sanctuary, a kingdom of light that was inaccessible to anyone who did not open their heart and mind. It was only accessible to those who believed in something more than humans and this world could offer... but nevertheless, it was in humans that she found safety, peace, and quiet, and in animals, true love.