Hi. This is not my first blog, but I want to be sincere. I'm 43 and I'm proud of this age. Because over the years I've learned a lot. I raised two children whom I adore. I learned to cope with difficulties, to be strong when necessary, and soft when possible. I work, and my work brings me joy - not everyone can boast of this, right?

A strong woman is not the one who always smiles. She is the one who knows how to hold on when the whole world is falling apart. But do you know what her pain is? That everyone thinks that she does not need warmth, hugs and support. This blog is about the silent pain that the strongest carry inside themselves…

I found colors where I thought there was nothing

My tradition of escaping to another world amidst reality

How I suddenly remembered myself in the cherry orchard

Sometimes I catch myself thinking why we are so drawn to the past? Maybe because it is there that it is cozy. The feeling that you are understood without words. This is exactly how it used to be in my grandmother's house, when we sat down at a big table, ate varenyky with cherries, and the oven smelled of fresh bread. And even though I am now in the city, among cafes, rush and Wi-Fi, these memories are like an anchor. They hold me inside, remind me of who I am.

My new rule - one day a week without words and people

I often get written that we are together. But somehow differently. It's like we are together, but not together. And I understand these words. Because being together is not just living under the same roof. It's not just saying goodnight every night. It's not just saying how are you? at breakfast. It's something more.

Create miracles yourself

I watched from the side for a long time, scrolled through other people's profiles, read phrases I learned by heart, and felt something go cold in my chest... Too much falsehood, too much noise, too little realness. But then... one night, when I couldn't sleep again, I finally clicked "register". You ask why?

Sometimes I sit with a cup of tea by the window and catch myself thinking that I haven't felt the taste of this tea for a long time. It's warm, aromatic... but still, it's as if nothing is felt. Because in recent years?) the feelings in us have seemed to have mixed with anxiety, fear, news, and empty windows of other people's apartments.

The issue of appearance is one of the most lively and discussed. What bodies attract us more? Curvy or slender? Athletic or soft? Everyone has different tastes, but statistics and sociology allow us to identify common trends.

Conspiracy theories have long been part of the public consciousness. They cover everything from "the moon landing never happened" to "the world is ruled by a secret society," "vaccines are a way to control people," and even "the Earth is flat." But how many people on the planet actually believe in them? The majority or the minority?

Many who have traveled to the Balkans have noticed an interesting situation: the inhabitants of this country in the region - Bulgaria, Great Britain, Moldova, Serbia and others - often have similar features reminiscent of gypsies. Dark hair, dark skin, expressive eyes - all this creates the impression of a certain ethnic unity. But where does it come from?

At first, I was skeptical about avocados in desserts. Now I make cakes, dressings, and even... hand paste with it. Yes, avocados can do more than we think.

From chaos, weeds and an old watering can to a cozy green dream with basil, flowers and wooden signs. The story of how I fell in love with the earth and the sun without even noticing.

I tried myself in both places — in editorial offices, freelancing, at tenders, and in articles "for food." I share my observations without a glossy filter, using a real example from my practice.

With tight laces, nerves, and crooked steps, I entered the hall of my dreams. And quickly realized that it would be a fiasco. But, oddly enough, it taught me something important.

I used to wake up with my phone in my hands and thoughts somewhere between “what to do today” and “where is my coffee savior”. ☕ But over time I realized: morning is not just the beginning of the day. It is the entry point into my life. The way I meet the day shapes everything else: mood, productivity, even self-esteem.

I used to think that boredom was the enemy. That it stole time, motivation, meaning. But then I noticed something strange: it was in those moments when I “do nothing” that the most unexpected ideas were born. 🌱