I am sorry, please forgive me for anything in me that may be contributing to my experience of inadequate housing.
I am Cleaning with my THOUGHTS ABOUT past, buing “our” small house countryside, where we were unfortunately unhappy for years, make us tired, confused, detached, depresed, traped only.
I am Cleaning with my EXPERIENCE OF my inability to sell (lose, ashamed) or unsuccessfully care alone. I feel like a curse scared to do anything. I don´t recognize myself, previously hardworking, creative, courageouse. I don´t even want to go there for few years, living in the city flat I donť like too.
I am sorry, please forgive me for anything in me that is not Love.
I am sorry, please forgive me for anything in me that may be contributing to my experience of this problem.
