There's a pigeon's nest on the branch of the tree outside the window. A chick is growing up in it. I'm happy about that

I really don't want to say things such as 'I want to go back as how things were before.' I recognize how I am right now, and I will continue to live on.

Gather up your fighting spirit or the disease will deafeat you!

Each person has unspeakable distress. When I remember the past, annoying, I cry; The reality of today is too cruel, too severe, and doesn't even offer me a dream; Imagining the future brings me yet another kind of tears

I put my hand on my chest. I can feel my heart beating. My heart is working. I'm pleased. I'm still alive.

Death is not fearful. What's fearful is giving up.

I understood that menstruation - the indication that you're a real woman - stopped if you grew weak from illness