The one where you're not afraid to be yourself. Where you can just lie down next to someone, bury your nose in their shoulder and not explain why everything has happened today.

Too many "should be like this", "I need someone like this", "don't settle for less". I don't want "less", but these rules are alien to me.

Not just a look of "yeah, she's here," but one that makes you ache inside and makes you want to respond. It seems that such moments are rare, and I increasingly find myself thinking that there is so much superficiality around - people flash by, smile, talk, but no one holds their gaze.

But when I'm alone, both are already kind of boring.

Sometimes at night I can't fall asleep for a long time. Everything becomes quiet, and only thoughts start to sound louder.

If one day you wake up and want to go to the sea - just write to me.

I opened my eyes, and the world was… quiet. No calls, no voices, no obligations. Just the morning light pouring through the curtains, and the smell of coffee that I hadn’t even brewed yet.

One list for myself - so as not to turn into furniture in front of the screen. Tested on laziness and rainy Saturdays.

My little discovery: you don’t need to be a yogi or a guru to live more mindfully. Sometimes, tea and a switched-off phone are enough.

About my wish list, plans that burned out, and what I finally learned — not to burn out on the way to my dreams.

Sometimes all you need is to allow yourself to be yourself. This text is about my experience of building an internal foundation.

About how a woman feels her worth not through the mirror, but through the way she thinks, feels, looks at the world. A quietly strong and very deep post that will be remembered.

And I don’t like it when people think that faith is only about church and rules. For me, faith is something very personal, almost intimate. It is that corner inside me that I cherish as the most precious thing, although no one sees it.

As if it is something built into us, unnoticeable, but always there. No matter how many people are around, a void suddenly appears in the soul, and it seems so huge that no conversations or meetings can fill it.

As if there is some kind of list that you have to go through to earn the right to be loved.

Listen, sometimes it happens — I catch myself trying to control everything and everyone.

No one calls, waits, demands to be a "comfortable version of yourself." It would seem - here it is, freedom. Do what you want. Sleep across the bed, eat chips in the bathroom, watch stupid TV series until the morning. And yes, you can. But for some reason you don't.

Did you think that creativity requires a large workshop? It turns out that all you need is one chair, a table, and a little cunning.

For years, I dreamed of seeing all the countries in the world. But one day I realized that you can travel without leaving home — you just need to turn on the aromas.

I always collected scraps — tickets, photos, notes. But one day I decided to turn it all into a real story. That's how my first scrap book was born.