I love people, noise, conversations, but sometimes happiness for me is staying home alone. Not because I get tired of communication, but because silence makes me feel truly alive. When I'm alone, I do everything that I rarely can afford.

First, I turn on my favorite music. Not in the background, but loudly, so that the walls vibrate slightly. I can dance in the middle of the room or just walk barefoot on the floor, humming to myself. At such moments, I seem to become myself again, without rules, without obligations, without other people's looks.

I like to cook something simple but special for myself. For example, pancakes late at night. Yes, yes, at ten o'clock at night I can make the dough and stand at the stove, turning pancake after pancake. And eat them straight from the plate, while they are still hot, without worrying about a beautiful presentation. This is a ritual of small joy.

Sometimes I have a "movie night" for myself. I take a blanket, soft socks and watch movies that I've been putting off for a long time. And they're always different: sometimes a romance, sometimes a thriller. But more often I choose something light and warm, where I can smile and believe in goodness.

I also love "talking to myself." It sounds strange, but in fact, these are thoughts out loud. I can stand in front of the mirror and talk about what's happening to me, what plans I want to implement, what I dream about. Sometimes I even write it all down in a notebook, and then a couple of months later I read my words - and smile.

The most amazing thing is the feeling of freedom. You can do anything: sing, jump on the bed, lie on the floor and look at the ceiling. No one will judge, no one will ask "why."

For me, staying home alone is not about loneliness, but about the opportunity to hear yourself. These are the moments when I recharge myself to be bright, strong and real again in the big noisy world.