This is the story of the Olympian God of hope (I invented). He saw how sick and sad and dark the world has become with Coronavirus. So he travels from his cloud to the world and at night, he enters all the rooms of the musicians all over the world. In their dreams he inspires them to spread hope and happiness during lockdown. So the next morning they all go to their windows and balconies and began to play for all the people in lockdown. People find hope again. Doctors and nurses find strengths again and all are happy again. Soon he sits on his cloud, and the world is not all healthy but there...

I know that myself, something bothers me and that even in myself. But what exactly bothers me, I didn't know for a long time. That's why I'm telling you my story now, how I managed to love and accept myself: I started to sit down and go through my whole life in my mind. What has strengthened me? And what has weakened me? I wrote this down in a book, where I often collect my feelings and thoughts. On the basis of these notes I could see what I liked, but the points I liked were very important and I put them in the foreground. Through this I started to accept myself better! I also realized that...