Recently I got a collection of poems by Vasily Stus. Every word touched my bones.
And I, without even noticing myself, wrote a poem that uncovered in me that somewhere inside it had been pained for a long time - it was a sadness for myself, which I always experienced about everything, and which I lost for quiet family happiness.

But as soon as I put the pen aside, I felt liberation and joy, so again I can assure that creativity is the best therapy.