I was born into a family where my father drank and beat my mother. When I was 4 years old, my parents divorced. I don't remember much from that period. But I think that sadness and loneliness are my condition from birth.‍Mom went to work in the Czech Republic, and I stayed with my grandmother.

My mom got married in the Czech Republic. My stepfather also beat her a lot, and when I was 16, my mother ran away from my stepfather from the Czech Republic and returned to live with my grandmother and me. My mother already had a psychiatric illness at that time, and she lived with us for another 2 years and died tragically, burning to death. My grandmother could not bear it and went to bed. I took care of my bedridden grandmother until her death - for another 15 years.

After the full-scale invasion began, I started having panic attacks from the explosions and moved from Kyiv to a small town in the Lviv region. There, after a while, my former classmate “stuck” to me. He had already served in the Ukrainian Armed Forces and was mobilized because of his contusions. He began to drink heavily and beat me. He kicked me, hit me on the head, raped me. He would not let me out of the house, threatened me. He sold everything in the apartment because he constantly needed money for alcohol and drugs.


My aunt saved me. She and the police actually pulled me out of his hands.Now I am in a shelter for victims of violence. I was diagnosed with anorexia from prolonged malnutrition and anxiety-depressive disorder. I started to go to court. I needed money for medicines and to pay off my debts, including utility bills. The abuser also paid for everything he needed through my phone, and debts have also accumulated there - already 28 thousand. Unfortunately, it is not possible to prove now that he incurred these debts. I dream of getting back on my feet and starting to live my life.

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