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.

No, this is not a drama or a list of exes, but a real women's manifesto about the fact that sometimes the most interesting lessons we learn are not from books, but from dates. Fun, honest, with a twist - exactly what will touch both men and the jury!

A candid and sensual post about women's fatigue from struggle, the need for true warmth, silence and acceptance. For men who feel deeper 💫🕊

My grandma always said: "Not all frogs turn into princes, but a real man is always revealed in the little things." Here is my funny (and somewhat true) post about how I use my grandma's advice to not waste time on those who do not deserve to be in my fairy tale.

I'm sitting here thinking about this because I constantly catch myself pretending to not care who texts first. Like, I'm so independent, my own boss, I don't care who texts first. But inside, to be honest, it's not like that at all.

I'm tired of performances. Of these bright flashes, after which nothing remains. Only smoke and a little emptiness.

And I just want one thing - to have a person nearby for whom I would want to turn off the Internet 📴.

Seriously, I watch around and often think - is it so hard to just say that you are hurt, sad or afraid of something? Or maybe it is considered unmanly? 😶

Not something quiet and docile, but on the contrary - something bold, brave, very alive. As if an internal compass finally catches the right signal. And you're like: aha, here it is. Right there. Right for this.

Not everyone likes to stand at the stove in the morning. Me too. But I love to eat deliciously. I'm sharing my tried and tested "quick and easy" ones.

Sometimes everything falls apart. But you can always put yourself back together — piece by piece, little habits. Here are my personal saviors.