I live in Ukraine 🇺🇦
And I'm one of those people who's lost so much: my home, my job, stability, a sense of security... and the ease with which I used to breathe.

My life was once ordinary: work, plans, trips, meetings, laughter 😊
Back then, it seemed like everything was still ahead, that there was a "later," that time was endless.

But war quickly teaches us that "later" isn't always guaranteed.

We've learned to live differently here.
We hear the silence and understand that it can be dangerous. We wake up to worries and still find the strength to carry on 🌙
We smile, even when it's hard inside, because otherwise we simply can't survive.

Pain has become a part of every day.
It's in people's eyes on public transport...
in short phrases like "how are you?"...
in news that's terrifying to open.

Everyone here has lost something.

Someone's home.
Someone's loved ones.
Someone's former self.

And yet... the most amazing thing is, we continue to believe ✨

We believe that this will end.

That one day we'll be able to wake up in the morning without fear.
That we'll be able to make plans without worrying that they'll be ruined by yet another worry.
That life will be real, warm, and calm again 🌿

I'm not a strong heroine from a movie.
I'm an ordinary person who sometimes feels scared, hurt, and lonely 😔
But I still cling to hope.

Because if you take away a person's hope, they have nothing left...

And perhaps it is this hope that saves me every day. ❤️
Faith that there will be warmth again ahead, not only from the sun, but also from people ☀️
Faith in love. In meetings. In a life without sirens.

We have lost so much...
But we have not lost the most important thing—the ability to feel, love, and dream 💔✨

And as long as this is alive within us, we will surely endure.