From Lyuda (Day 335): Dear brothers and sisters,
There was no internet connection in the morning and I went from one place to another looking for connection. It’s good that I can always come to the café where we meet for breakfast and do some studies there.
Yesterday we had a working meeting with our counselors and Vika did not have electricity and could not connect. The problem with electricity impacts Vika’s work, because she does a lot of counseling online. We think of helping her with some kind of a small generator.
Here are some more stories of the clients.
Marina 15, Her family left Donetsk region where they lived and came to western Ukraine, where they live now.
“What worries me a lot now is relations with my parents. It seems to me that I don’t give them enough love, it seems that I should always be there, every minute, cheer them up and help. They pretend to be OK, but I can see how difficult it is for them. My mother constantly snaps at me. My father joined the army and recently went to the front line, I don’t know if I’ll see him again
I feel empty, I want silence, I want to isolate myself from everyone for a couple of months and not feel guilty for everything. I am tired of my thoughts. I can’t stay in one place for a long time, I need to do something. Before the war I was fond of music, I liked doing crafts. But now neither of these things makes me happy….”
Peter, 19, he is a university student from Kiev.
“I feel some heaviness inside which makes me hard to breathe and want to cry. My roommates tease me. They say that I am a loser, because I can not have relations with girls. They laugh: ‘Why didn’t you kiss her?’ I didn’t kiss her, I just gave her a chocolate bar. I wanted to kiss her at least on her cheek, but I did not dare. I tell my roommates: ‘It’s not your business’, but inside I understand that they are right. Whatever I do I do it not right. My studying is not going well, I can not communicate with people. When I am with my friends I look cheerful but it’s only my mask. They need a clown who would tell jokes all the time and then they all go away and I stay alone and feel that nobody needs me. My parents tell me they love me, but I don’t feel it. It’s very hard to live when you don’t know how to live.…”
Please, pray for our clients and for our work with them.