I have understood one simple, yet very important thing: my true strength lies in words. When I write, I not only express what is within me, but also find my way back to myself. That’s why this page came into being: a place where I want to share thoughts, feelings, and moments from life. Sometimes I doubt if it’s worth showing so much of myself, but then I remember: hiding feelings means hiding a part of my own light.

My thoughts don’t always run in straight lines, but the core is always the same: every feeling is worth experiencing fully. Whether it’s gentle joy or deep sorrow; if we let it pass through us, we become freer.

Today I want to talk about friendship. About how even those we consider our closest sometimes cannot be there for us in the way we need. Not because they are bad people, but because our pain becomes too heavy for them to bear.

There was a moment when someone I called a friend asked me to be silent about my grief (to no longer talk about Mom). It hurt deeply: not so much because of the words themselves, but because of the realization that my openness had become a burden. I replied briefly, but clearly: true friends don’t hide each other’s pain, they share it.

At that time, life already carried a lot of weight: loss, health challenges, longing for home. But the biggest lesson was to understand: friendship is a mutual choice. Not everyone who is close knows how to be close when it hurts. And that’s not my fault.

Throughout those months, I wrote. Writing became my way to survive, let go, and rise again. I understood that it’s worth being careful about who we share our heart with. It’s valuable to choose those who can listen, who can hold us, be there, even when we’re not crying out loud.

In my life, there has been much loss and many trials: loved ones who have passed away, health problems, a life far from my roots. But little by little, bright souls appear beside me, people with whom I can be completely myself, feel everything intensely and without being ashamed of my sensitivity.

I have learned to say “no” when someone tries to suppress my feelings. I have learned to no longer hide that I am loving, vulnerable, and at the same time strong. And that is not a weakness, it is my strength.

My son reminds me every day of life’s true beauty: his laughter, his hugs, the simple miracles. They are the light that penetrates any shadow.

My message to you, the reader: be mindful of who you share your heart with.

Choose those who can be there not only on sunny days, but also in the storm.

Don’t be afraid to feel, not even pain. Every emotion you truly allow to come out completely helps you grow and become freer.

Here on this page, I will continue to share; sometimes gently, sometimes painfully, but always honestly.

Thank you for being here.