From the author: I share my experience of overcoming a crisis, both internal and interpersonal. For me, examples of living people have always been support and support. If this helps at least one person I will be glad. Sincerely, Elena. Conflicts... (From a collection of personal experience) So, Conflict! – A tough life situation, a real danger for what is dear to you...How long am I going to live in this wild tension? This is exactly the question I once asked myself and decided. Enough is enough for me. Where to start? I quickly looked through the main areas of my life where who, or what, does not suit me and, after thinking a little, found out. No matter how you look at it, the arrows of the “reporting point” turn towards me. To the way I build my contact with the world around me. How the exchange and interaction between myself and others works. And of course, I really wanted to transfer the emphasis of “guilt” to others. But where can one go from knowledge? J My World for me begins with me! And then a completely reasonable question arose. How is this contact organized within me? After all, before talking about expectations of the joy of life or happiness, it is important to realize whether I can even operate with such concepts. Roughly speaking, how will I record them, how will I recognize them, if inside myself I don’t hear myself very well: - my needs (of course not about eating and drinking) but of a higher order; - my desires; - my feelings; Not quite clearly I understand what I want and what I don’t want. what suits me and what doesn't. Where is the threshold of tolerance for certain experiences? After all, my entire navigation system once malfunctioned. Yes, it’s clear... that all my teachers had a hand in this. But this thought did not make it any easier. There is an internal conflict on the face! In the family. I am a good mother and, if possible, a wife J. I have many rules in my head about how a good mother, a good hospitable housewife and wife should behave... and the race for the “short distance of life” began as and in this case it is necessary from preparing dinners, driving children to kindergarten, school, clubs, washing, greeting guests with a table bursting with food, with a mountain of dishes - besides, then in our country “manual, exclusive” household work was valued. Did I like it? I will not devalue the importance and value of what happened. Yes. I liked it. But not for so long, and definitely not with such a prioritization. Now I understand that back then I couldn’t do it any other way. There was no today's experience, which I acquired later. In society... There were many different meetings and events, but in a group that was unfamiliar or authoritative for me, I preferred to remain silent. Although she always had her own opinion, the role of a gray mouse was still safer. As a result, I felt bored and uninterested everywhere. I can’t present myself, I don’t indicate my values. There is only one thing left - books. A good outlet and “school of my life.” But this is still not about me. There is no joy in life. ..Dissatisfaction, irritation, conflict are everywhere. The conflict is, first of all, me with me. I will tell you in the next publication how this has changed, what has become different and what ways I have found..