There are days when you don't want to get out of bed. When the world is gray, people are annoying, and calls cause panic. Then I take out my camera.

Not because I have to. But because only then does something inside come to life. Through the lens, I see beauty in details differently, meaning in a look, life where, it seems, there is only silence. Photography is not just a hobby. It is my way out of the darkness.

Each of us should have such an escape. To draw. To dance. To sculpt from clay. To write a diary, even when you don't know what to write. It's not about talent. It's about survival. About the ability to hold on when emotions are drowning.

Creativity doesn't heal instantly. But it gives you space. Sometimes that's the only thing you need in order not to break.