What was the difference between me and them? (I mean the people with courage to fill the whiteness of the screen) without – or again despite – questioning their eligibility to have their say. I asked myself that often in my dark, sometimes self-pity indulged moments.


Something went wrong. The me I once knew disappeared almost over night, leaving me with this jobless, hormonal, disorientated, constantly crying woman that I frankly couldn’t stand.