Good day dear users of the site.I thought for a long time about what to write, I thought to write something beautiful about love, but looking at what was happening I could not concentrate in any way.I put my son to bed, and I decided to do yoga myself.For those who think that yoga is something mystical, I will say right away that it is not so.This is a complex of psycho-physical and breathing exercises aimed at staying "here and now", calming mental processes and accepting what is happening around.And it works, scientists around the world have long proved it.After yoga, I sat down, straightened my back, she closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply and calmly.Trying to feel every breath in and out.When the fuss and chaos in my head passed, I was ready to write a blog, but decided to make it on the topic "Real mzhuchina".
And so, as a child, I looked at the world with completely different eyes.Everything seemed rosy and beautiful to me.People seemed kind and sympathetic to me.But now that I've grown up, my mom told me that when I was little, we didn't live at all bagato.My parents threw all their strength to protect me from everything that was going wrong.My father worked for weeks to provide and feed my mother and me.It was a very difficult time for them.I'm not going to write a biography here and I'll say right away that I remembered it because it's obvious now that people can live in the same house, in the same country and perceive reality in completely different ways.After all, for me, this time was one of the best, for them, the only joy was that I was born.Otherwise, it was a difficult time for them.I asked my father how he managed to get through such a difficult period of time.He replied, "Honey, at that time I wasn't thinking about myself, I was thinking about you and your mom.I went to work in two, and sometimes in three shifts.I've seen people living worse than me.I've seen people start drinking a lot, throwing themselves into all sorts of things, just to drown out their pain.They go to crimes.I wasn't thinking about myself, I didn't feel sorry for myself, because I had your mom and you to take care of.I did not run away from difficulties, but accepted them.I only changed what I was able to change.I asked God for one thing – so that he gives me the strength to change what I can change, accept what I cannot change, and the wisdom to distinguish one from the other.Now that you've grown up and given me a grandson, I don't regret anything.If necessary, I would go through these difficulties again.»That's what my father said.For me, he has always been an example of courage.I've never heard him complain about life before.He always looked at me with tired eyes and smiled.
People are like pencils.Someone drawing fate is stupid, someone breaks down, and someone becomes worse.
I could write a lot more here, but I don't know if you would be interested in continuing this topic.If you liked it, write.And now I have a question, how do you, dear men, cope with difficult situations in life??Maybe you could give some advice?
Your doctor Inna.