After 20 years of marriage and raising two children, I came to a psychologist with a "Groundhog Day" condition. My strength was at zero, inexplicable anxiety overtook me, my work was no fun, and my relationship with my husband was on the verge of collapse. When panic attacks began-and I did not immediately recognize that this was the case-I realized that something had to be done. So my work with a psychotherapist began. At first, in therapy, it was very painful. The mental pain took over. I remembered all the resentments, disappointments, unfulfilled promises, dreams, etc. But I remembered all the things I had dreamed of and tried to forget about, put off, because there were other more important things in life. When the therapist let me know that everything was not lost, my second breath began to open. Some strength began to appear. Together we made a plan of action. After an hour of work a week, for the rest of the week I was still impressed by the meeting and did my "homework. This assignment became the new plan. And this plan began to come to fruition, albeit slowly. Moreover, I began to meet the right people in life, supporting me, so necessary for me in the new segment of my life. As a result, I remembered my old hobbies - and they are already bringing me additional income. I hear people's gratitude for my creativity. In parallel, the relationship with my husband moved to a new wave of care and love. But it took time. But it is worth it.