I have no words to describe all the pain, indignation and fear.

I correspond with a man I love very much, who saved my life, and every time we say goodbye as if forever. I don't sleep anymore, I can't eat, the meaning of life has been taken away from me. I'm not even worried anymore that I've spent more than 17 years studying and working on drawing and my career is over, judging by recent events, I don't even care about that anymore.

I have had severe depression for more than 15 years due to prolonged psychological abuse at home, nervous exhaustion due to the fact that doctors could not help me for too long. He also helped me to realize myself as a living person. He is an excellent doctor and helps injured people in Kyiv. We had a big plans, preparing a project for the FA. I made the design of this character for him, this is a fragment that I made before I got very ill in the fall. We planned to create comics together, we had a team to try to make our own game in the future. We really wanted to go to Canada or somewhere else, I was living the dream of game dev.

Neither I nor my family have ever wanted this for anyone. Both of my grandmothers survived the siege of Leningrad in childhood, they worked at the factory at the age of 12, making shells and cleaning trains, every day under shelling, and at night they removed bombs from the roofs, the fear of allowing war was brought up from childhood. I don't understand the people who support this madness. I'm really, really sorry. I can't even go out right now, I have health problems, I can't even leave for a long time, my hearing and vision turn off from stress and it's all like a nightmare

I love you all, it was not easy life. I have come a long and hard way to try to make the world a better place at least with my works. I am so sorry that I got burnout at work, instead of leading personal projects. I am so ashamed in front of my Ukrainian relatives, friends, colleagues