STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!

Rebecca’s story Today I decided it was time to resume one of my old habits. Especially since I hadn’t done it in a long time and my muscles were fading, not to mention my physical condition. Around my house was a small, dense forest where I used to run in the early hours of the morning before the attack. That’s exactly what I was preparing to do now.  I suited up, put my headphones in my ears and confidently set off slowly into the woods. From the very first running steps, my legs felt it. It was to be expected. Don’t despair, Rebecca, things will get better, I kept telling myself with each step. But as I went further into the woods, my body, which was no longer in shape, failed me. I found a bench and rested for a few minutes. I struggled to believe that I couldn’t run at least one mile.  No, I couldn’t give up that easily. I gathered all my remaining strength and set off again. Only this time, everything around me went dark. I was struggling to stay on my feet, but it was no use. The