When I was twenty, I thought that everything had to be beautiful: relationships like in movies, love like in books, emotions only inspiring.
Now I smile at these thoughts. Life has taught me that true intimacy is in honesty, in little things, in what remains after storms.
I've learned to be kind to myself. Not perfect, not inconvenient, not correct - but real. Sometimes vulnerable, sometimes very strong.
Now I know: a woman opens up not from loud promises, but from the fact that she is heard.
I don't build sand castles - I know how to be a support. And this is my soft power.
I don't want to be someone else. I am the one who knows the value of the word "care", who is not afraid of loneliness, but chooses spiritual closeness. This is the path. And I am proud of it.