From the author: Hello, friends) I'm glad you came to read my note. I hope you find it interesting. And I am very interested in receiving feedback from you. I keep writing, writing somewhere in space... but I really want to know: maybe in vain? When I lived inside my mother, my life completely belonged to her, I was completely dependent on her. If my mother felt good and pleasant, I felt good and pleasant. If my mother was scared, I was scared too. My mother decided whether she would give me life. And one bright spring morning, I was born. My mother gave me life. After birth, I was still very dependent on my mother. I could already breathe and digest food on my own, but only my mother fed me with her milk, swaddled me and warmed me. It was like this for about a year. And then I learned to walk, feed myself with a spoon and speak a few words. But I still knew very little about the world and myself, and my mother protected and looked after me. I tried to hold on to her and was very worried if she wasn’t nearby. At three years old I already felt big, and I didn’t need to hold on to my mother to walk confidently. I ran around my mother and communicated independently with different people. At the age of seven, while studying at school, I learned to do without my mother’s supervision, to be responsible for my own actions and to realize my desires myself. And my parents helped me with this with their advice and material care. When I was fifteen, it was important for me to feel my individuality, to understand what my integrity was. And I rebelled, constantly emphasizing how I differed from my parents and other people. This helped me separate from my parents in order to find myself, to understand my values. At the age of twenty, I got married and quite consciously gave birth to my very desired first daughter. Now my daughter is nineteen. And I am grateful to my parents for giving me life, and to my husband for the fact that, thanks to him, I was able to give life to my children. Otherwise, as it happens: a mother, having received the opportunity to give life to her child, gains power over him. This power is so great that the little man is completely dependent on it. And it happens that the value of power for a woman becomes higher than the value of the child himself. Then the mother does not let go of the baby for a long time, overprotecting him and creating (unconsciously) conditions in which he remains helpless longer. At three years old, she still holds his hand, not allowing him to get up on his own. She decides everything for him at school too: what to wear, how and when to do homework, who to be friends with. She doesn't listen to what he says and asks questions that she doesn't expect answers to. And after he graduates from school, his mother says “we”: “We are preparing for the Unified State Exam, we are planning to enter a university.” As if the child had not yet been born and was inside her. After all, by cutting the umbilical cord, she did not give him life, but kept it for herself as collateral. So such a child lives as a hostage, under constant conditions of blackmail. And every time he decides to show his will, he feels painful guilt. After all, his mother did not give him his life, and he is forced to steal it from his mother... And in order to alleviate his experiences of guilt, helplessness, resentment, fear, a person abandons the desire to live in dependence. It could also be a food addiction, the visible part of which is excess weight. Or maybe alcohol, tobacco, drugs or gaming...Sad. But you can always take your life for yourself! You can treat your parents, children, relatives, friends, and colleagues with gratitude and respect. And most importantly to YOURSELF.