It hurts. It cuts. It's like you're an unnecessary person. Like your presence is a mistake. But let's be honest: this is not about you. This is about those who couldn't see your value.

The relationship between a man and a woman is not just a union. It is a meeting of two universes. Not ideal. Not smooth. But real.

The relationship between a man and a woman is not a formula, not a manual, not a compatibility chart. It is a living, breathing process. It is a dance in which both sometimes step on each other's feet, but continue to keep the rhythm.

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. But modern research suggests something more interesting: the way to his heart is through laughter. Yes, not just a joke, but a real hormonal attack of happiness!😄

Sometimes I wonder, if I were writing a book about my life, what chapter would it be now? Perhaps the most mature and the most honest. Because now, at 43, I feel whole. I have children, two parts of my soul, whom I love immensely. I have a job that not only gives me bread, but also inspires me. I live in Ukraine, where life has taught us to appreciate every day.

You survived. You lived through the breakup. You took off the armor you wore like a life jacket. But how can you believe again that love is possible? That you will be seen. Accepted. Not betrayed.

In relationships, it often happens that one partner literally admires the other — thinking he’s the smartest, most attractive, and unique. But is that really healthy? Could constant admiration lead to codependency? In this blog, we’ll explore why praising and admiring a man is not only normal but important — as long as it’s done wisely and in moderation. ❤️🔥

In today’s world, it’s easy to get caught up in texting, likes, and romantic phrases in messengers. But what if there are no real meetings, actions, or emotions behind the words? Can that really be called love? In this blog, I’ll explain why a lack of purpose in a relationship and rare meetings turn love into an empty performance — and why it’s so important to understand whether to move forward or stop. 💬🚫💔

We often think that growing up is just about age, having a job, or living on your own. But in reality, it all begins with responsibility. That word sounds serious—maybe even a little scary 😬. But it's responsibility that opens the door to the real beauty of life 💫 — it gives us access to freedom, depth, and mindfulness. Only through it can we truly connect our lives to the vast richness of existence 🌍.

✨ Have you ever caught yourself replaying an old grudge over and over in your head? Thinking of what you should’ve said differently? Or staying silent out of principle — because “he should’ve known”? Meanwhile, life quietly slips through your fingers...😔

They say that separation is a small death. And it's true. Something dies: a habit, a hope, an image of the future, you in the past tense.

Once you've immersed yourself in this world of simplicity and sincerity, you don't want to leave. But why? After all, even adults can play, dream, be naughty and be real.

Sometimes adulthood becomes too noisy. Responsibilities, deadlines, notifications... And at some point you just want to press "pause" and just become a child again. Without worries, without haste, with a candy in your pocket and the sun on your cheeks. Seems impossible? Well, no. Returning to childhood is easier than we think.

A desire is already a message from the Universe. You don’t just dream about it. That means it’s yours.

Each of us has a quiet "I want" in our hearts. It can be modest - like a cup of coffee in Paris, or bold - like your own business, a house by the sea, or a hot air balloon ride. These desires are like lights inside. They are not always visible, but they warm. And if you are reading this - perhaps it is time to fulfill at least one.

Being a mom is not just a role. It is a calling, an incredible adventure filled with unconditional love, sleepless nights, soft palms and clear eyes that reflect the whole world.

Seriously, when I walk down the street, there are people all around me holding hands, smiling, sharing something special. And I stand there and think — where is my place? It seems like everyone around me is walking with someone, and I am like a spare tire that is only taken out in extreme cases.

It seems that if you invest the maximum in yourself and those around you, then this should be enough for someone to notice and choose you. But no, for some reason it is not enough. Or it does not come. Or they do not notice. It is a little discouraging and frightening at the same time.

So that every day begins with a thought about him, and ends with a smile from some little things he did or said. So that the world becomes brighter simply because he is somewhere nearby. ❤️

And it's some kind of strange paradox - more experience, you know yourself better, you don't jump into relationships like into a whirlpool... but still, the excitement seems to be stronger. And not a sweet one, like in youth, but something... with a taste of anxiety.