A Woman Who Writes About Life As It Really Is
Perfectionism and Fear of Failure: Chasing Perfection Almost Broke Me
Read articleI used to feel like I had to be perfect. In everything. At work, in relationships, even when I was at my lowest. Then I realized that this whole perfection game ran deeper than I thought—and that it was doing more harm than good.
Between Love and Addiction: When It Hurts More Than It Gives
Read articleWe’ve all been there. That feeling when you love someone so much that you forgive things you never should. But where does love end and dependence begin? And how can we be the ones to offer a helping hand?
Solitude vs. Loneliness: When It’s Just Me on a Sunday Night
Read articleI know solitude when it’s peace and space. And I know loneliness when it weighs heavy on my heart. Sunday nights, when the door clicks shut and my children leave to spend the week with their dad, that’s when I feel it the most. How do I handle these moments? And why do cats, tarot, and movies sometimes help me through?
When happiness becomes a duty
Read article„Smile, it`ll get better! Think positive! Everything happens for a reason!“ Have you ever heard that before? Do you say it to yourself? But what if not every pain needs to be instantly covered up with a smile? What if it`s okay not to be okay? Toxic positivity teaches us that we must be happy no matter what. But sometimes, that is the biggest mistake. How do we break free from the pressure to always be happy and allow ourselves feel real emotions?
Burnout: When Passion Turns to Ash
Read articleFor years, I was running at full speed. A job in marketing, constant projects, events, kids, divorce, shared custody, a mortgage. Every day packed with tasks, every evening feeling like I hadn’t done enough. And then one day, everything exploded. After years of pushing through, I wasn’t just facing financial trouble—I had a bigger problem. My own mind had betrayed me.
Mental Health in the Modern World: Why Is It So Hard to Ask for Help?
Read articleThese days, everyone talks about the importance of mental health. But I’ll be honest—I didn’t know how to take care of mine for a long time. I carried it all inside, telling myself, “You can handle this.” And yet, deep down, I wished someone would see that I wasn’t okay. Why is it still so hard to say, “I need help”? And why does asking sometimes feel even harder than the struggle itself?