Being a freelancer sounds so dreamy, doesn’t it? But let me tell you, this life isn’t always as perfect as social media makes it look.

When my son is so far from me, I often ask myself: how do mothers keep that invisible thread alive? ✨

Being a nurse has never been a “quiet” profession, but in a country at war, it becomes something entirely different.

Each of us has asked himself at least once in his life: why am I here? What makes my existence meaningful? These questions seem to be at the core of human nature. We don't just live, we seek meaning, we strive to understand ourselves and the world around us.

I'm sitting alone right now, but I could share this time and this blanket with someone, right? A cup of hot tea in my hands, and a whole whirlwind of thoughts in my head. It seems like this moment is cozy, but at the same time so lonely.

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Hiding cracks, masking panic, smiling through everything—it becomes second nature, and then suddenly, I don’t know what real expression even looks like.

It’s not even the big moments I miss—it’s the tiny, ridiculous ones. The way someone laughed at something stupid, the half-forgotten smell of a cafe, the feeling of walking home with the sunset at my back.

Not physical space—emotional space. The kind that’s mine, but somehow feels like a luxury I’m not allowed to take. I crave it, but the second I have it, I panic.

Did they mean that compliment? Or was it a reflex? Are they really paying attention, or am I just imagining it?

Not the dramatic kind, but the quiet, creeping kind that sneaks in when you’re alone with your thoughts. It’s strange how easily it can appear, even when I tell myself I don’t care.

Not in a “I want approval” way, but in a “why does their opinion even weigh on me?” way.

Effortless? Really? Because every time I care about someone, I feel like I’m lifting weights with my heart. 🏋️‍♀️

But lately, I’m starting to wonder if it just means living in constant… uncertainty.

I’m not talking about grand gestures or big sacrifices—I mean emotional labor, the little things that never get noticed but somehow keep everything afloat.

Do you love autumn? 🍂 This season always evokes special feelings in me. It has a slight sadness, warmth, and tenderness. Autumn seems to teach us to say goodbye to the old and open our hearts to the new.

Many believe that it's impossible to grow muscle without supplements and chemicals. But the truth is different: lean muscle mass can be gained naturally - it just takes more time and requires discipline.

the opinion of an Italian lady