I am writing to you now, wrapped up in my favorite warm sleeping bag, and my fingers are barely touching the keyboard - it's cold in the apartment. In Kiev, where I live, now there are constant power cuts, and every minute of warmth is worth its weight in gold. But you know, the most difficult thing is not even that. I'm sick. Yes, paradoxically, fitness trainers, who know everything about health, are sometimes vulnerable too.

The illness came on suddenly, like an icy wind through an open window. It was a sign - my body was tired. The last few months have been a marathon: work, training, counseling. I'd been working my ass off, but I'd completely forgotten about rest. Sitting now in a cold room with a cup of almost cold tea, I suddenly realized: this forced stop was necessary.

At such moments you begin to rethink everything. My desire to leave Ukraine? It became even sharper, but there was another thought - why am I still here? Perhaps because there is something that keeps me here. Or is it someone? I don't know. But now, in this silence, where instead of music there is only the sound of my breathing and the wind outside the window without the sound of sirens, it seems that the answers are about to be found.

Take care! Rest more often, friends!

Irina💋