I always one step behind. All I want is to talk about hot topics when I find myself in front of my keyboard. Suddenly, my shrink session is already an old story. My sense of ... the debt that is evaporated. Finally not quite, I should say ... "developed." I understand it better.
I have received in my veins in my heart. I was given so much blood that fed me up and m'oxygénait. I realized that I can never make what I was given all the support they gave me. I now know that those who have given me maybe is good in doing so that the recipient is not what you might think. I realized that I should not my life than those around me, that those who have donated, I also owe it to medicine, but also my will and probably in luck.
Luck ... happiness but also a complex that does not leave me. I must speak ... too.
