I imagined 2022 as the year in which my
life would change, how I would implement
the tasks set for myself, I wanted to see my friends more often this year, because that year, due to the pandemic and work, we saw each other very rarely, how I would go to my daughter's university in another countryhow we will start the year happily, how I will just
live in peace ... but this year had its own plans
, everything went wrong, as I wanted, as
other people wanted.This year has made me stronger
morally, he caused so much pain, it seems to me that more tears were cried this year than in 41 years of my life, it seems to me that we all aged by a couple of years, this year took away that "spark" in
the eyes that was noticeable a year ago ... I
have high hopes for 2023 and I want
to believe that he will not get the title
of "worst year" -this title will rightfully
go only to 2022.