When I look back and try to remember the art therapy sessions in a locked ward of the psychiatric clinic I was in, I have mixed feelings. It was definitely the best part of my stay in that ward, but I still felt imprisoned. I needed years to remove the stigma I had attached to arts and crafts. Today, however, I do art therapy at home and I am proud of my products. You can see a sample in the photograph left. I use water colors on paper or gouache colors on clay with passion and the memory of the locked ward is gone. Or at least it doesn’t hurt anymore. I use old postcards or my photographs as models...

The last Monday was so exciting for me, that I had to take all week off to calm down. First of all, it was the first working day after one-week-holidays. But most of all, two things happened last Monday, the 17th of January. Firstly, I received the copy of my book at around 2.30 PM. The second thing was a visit to my psychiatrist, scheduled at 4.15 PM. I was somehow expecting the book, but again, not so soon. While preparing the meal, the bell rang. It was DHL service and I knew it was the book. Suddenly, my heart pulse rose. I could not wait, I opened the parcel immediately. Yes, it was the book. In...

It was not some kind of my personal enlightenment. It was simply my mental illness. About ten years ago most of the then-existent movie theaters in the city where I lived gradually got replaced with big modern movie theaters. And the original ones transformed to other purpose theaters. The new movie theaters came with many cinema halls. They were equipped with the latest technology, for example, with surround sound system and other. Movie theaters became a place crowded with people. There were a lot of bright colors and music everywhere. There were 15 minute commercials before the movie started and...

In a way, the first weekend of a new year marks a tradition for my husband and me. We visit my parents who live around 80 miles south east from us – it is called the Karst region. This is the region where I grew up. For my husband and me the first weekend of a new year is a tradition of walks in nature, more specific, in the woods connecting the old villages with distinctive traditional houses made of stone. An old folk legend goes that the Karst region used to be covered by oak forest. When the town of Venice was being built on sea, the woods were cut and the region turned to a land of pastures....