Olga Maher. The beginning of the path (№ 246260)

Feels like I am sitting in a madhouse, in a white robe, with tied back sleeves, and shout at the nurse: "get out!"
The medic in shock.
But even if it did, freaking out and breaking your head will not. The depression will not go away. Will not be hung up. I decided. Live to the fullest, come what may. And then, if I still come around and Wake up in the house among the droppers and Napoleon - it is unlikely that it will get easier. On the contrary, I completely freak out.