Recently, I've been waking up more and more often with a feeling of some kind of endless fatigue. Not even in my body, but in my soul.

You know, like you've been carrying something heavy for months and have almost forgotten what it's like to just walk light.

It's like I've forgotten how to enjoy simple things: good weather, the smell of coffee, my favorite song.

All of this has become a background… because in the foreground is the war. Every day. Every hour. Over and over again.

It has already become a part of life. Habitual.

It's scary because we're getting used to it.

We're getting used to explosions, to bad news, to pain. We learn to live in this chaos, to survive, to continue, even when everything inside just wants to stop.

I sometimes ask myself - how much longer will this last?

When will it all end?

I believe that everything will be fine, I really do.

But sometimes this faith becomes weaker.

I hold it inside me, like a candle in the wind.

Sometimes it seems that it is about to go out... but no, it burns. Because you need to live. You need to believe.🙏

And do you believe?
Do you think that we will be able to get out of this nightmare? That silence, peace will come, and all this will remain in the past?

I really want to hear it.

Not slogans, not loud words... But simply - your opinion.

Your feeling.
Because even if we are all tired, we still remain people.
And it is important for us to feel that someone hears us.