There are only a few lovely large pine trees near my home in the Southwest of Western Australia. This little sprig was found on a walk where there was only the one pine tree in amongst the other trees.
A random sketch that became a drawing practice. Even tried to sketch the outlines of some coat. What happens when one draws without a proper plan or skeleton, ending up with a "lifelike perspective".
I made my investment with the wrong platform and ended up losing both my capital investment and the profits I had made through my trading with them over the few months we had partnered together. It was such a very pathetic experience for me as I have never found myself in a situation so critical as this. I became depressed for months and almost lost my mind facing all these scenarios alone. At some point, I was having some suicidal thoughts, but thanks so much to my therapist, who helped me to set and maintain my healthy boundaries. It was she also advised me to look for a specialist who could help to recover my funds from the scammers. That one piece of advice from her did well for me, as I had gone online in search of help from experts, and I got referred to Fastfund Recovery and their services. I reached out to their contact detail that was provided by individuals testifying about their good work and filed a complaint, I was well responded to and we had a deep conversation on how I lost my money to the fake investment platform, everything seemed so unbelievable while they assured me of getting everything I have lost, I was asked questions on my mode of payment and evidence that shows a transaction occurred between both parties and if any agreement was breached or stated, after all these, just within the next 48hours or thereabouts I got all my lost investment together with my profits back in my wallet, these guys are amazing. You can get in touch with them via their official email: Fastfundrecovery8 @ Gmail com.
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Se riesco ad accettare che il mio mondo interiore può essere estremamente vulnerabile e che forse posso cadere mille volte, in cui mi sembra di essermi dimenticata tutto quello che ho imparato, ma altrettante sono le volte in cui ci provo, allora del fallimento poco importa. È solo una salita, e abbassando le aspettative verso la presunta performance che dovrei avere, posso perdonarmi anche quando proprio non vorrei, anche quando tutto quello che detesto di me viene a galla, anche quando cado troppe volte nelle stesse buche, quando penso troppo e la mente diventa un groviglio confuso dal quale vorrei scappare, quando mi deprimo troppo e respirare sembra insostenibile, quando perdo ogni speranza nella mia capacità di vincere le crisi, quando vorrei piangere, ma mi dimentico come si fa.
