Filling the Gap in My Heart

Flavia Weedn, which fills the gap in my mind once said, "Some people have entered our lives and left footprints, they will never be the same again." This experience told me that I saw another part I did not know. I understand that it is not necessarily meaningless to give a second chance but it is not easy to build a relationship. When I open my mind, I am thankful that I faced many painful anxieties and led me to a happy and useful outcome.

As a leader, Dan noticed my gap. It is a gap between my self-perception of my ability and my possibilities. He began to fill this powerful conversation and keeps filling it up over the next few months, allowing us to backfill and fill the truly important gap for the team and the company. I transferred my energy to an in - service engineer, trained a new technical interviewer, led the product team, and led the company 's major infrastructure projects and so on.

I've been doing things this way for many years, and this method often fills up the hole ... the gap left in my life comes from tragedy, heartache and pain. There are lots of unexplained stories, so I will try to figure out how to say it, but I am worried about how much I will disappoint. Until then, I decided that I should take a rest. Millions of works are silent ... I put these pieces one by one, it feels just right. It is not from the viewpoint of those who should not or should not be inclined. I gave space to myself. The room failed .. I felt the room .. The room was breathing, and the room did not do anything. I tried everything in a journey to relax the seams altogether. I read a lot, I got vegetarian for a week, I tried yoga, I planned, fixed, meditated, recorded, detached, reconnected ... I I did not. My husband does not know what to do next week or weekly. When I was rolling, God blessed people to eat vegetarian food with me.

I woke up at midnight, and for my second time this week, my body did not feel right. I think that the weight of the air crushed my chest and I felt insecurity filled the room. My heart is not that much as it seems to be fighting. Fear started to appear. This is another attack, my depression is trying to suppress me during my sleep. I talked to myself and tried to tell myself that everything goes well. Telling myself that it feels like a lie, I think I will die there. I began to imagine a scene spreading in a safe place in my bedroom. When I go to bed, do they know that my frustration has been stolen from me? Do they know that I am desperately trying to survive? Do they know that depression and anxiety awoke me in the dark of the night, and that it is the most difficult for me to defeat it?