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It’s 3 a.m. <br />I’m sitting on the cold steps of my apartment building because I can’t sleep. <br />I wanted to go outside for a bit, get some air, but it was too cold, so I came back in.<br />I’ve been struggling with insomnia again for the past two weeks. It’s slowly driving me insane.I’m on edge, and I don’t even fully understand why. <br /><br />Maybe it’s because of the upcoming trip to Belarus? <br />Yes, I’ve decided to go—because of my grandmother. It’s a risk, but I’m going anyway, hoping everything will turn out okay.I haven’t seen my mom or grandmother in three years.<br />And something deep inside tells me—it’s time. <br />I need to go.<br />Last week, I went to an orthodontist for a consultation. I need to get braces and treat my jaw—the joint on the left side is deteriorating. They told me the treatment would cost around $5,000 to $6,000. I guess that’s another reason for the stress.<br />Now I’m just sitting here, shivering, my body aching, and I feel like I could throw up. I feel awful.<br />For the past three days, I’ve been dealing with a bladder infection, and my fever went as high as 39°C (102°F).<br />So lately, I’ve just been living in survival mode.<br />Anxiety is a terrible thing. It doesn’t show mercy. It eats you alive, piece by piece.<br />That’s where I’m at today.<br />How about you?
April 16, 2025 - 01:29:08<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Part 14</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Today was one of those tough days I don’t even want to think about. My mood reflects that, and in this moment, I felt the need to continue sharing my story about depression.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">If you missed the previous parts, you can read them below.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">After moving to Poland, I felt relatively good, like things were starting to fall into place.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">It was March.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">But by December, I was hit again by a horrible wave of depression.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I decided to focus on my Instagram because my paintings were barely selling, and the money I had saved up was running out. I took several courses on promotion and started working, but nothing seemed to work. My Instagram was stagnant, and there were almost no sales.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I filmed videos and painted every day, but after three months of constant work, I burned out. I felt down and somewhat insignificant. I thought I was a complete failure. I watched as girls making silly lip-sync videos, with no meaningful content, gained millions of views and earned money from their blogs...</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">All these comparisons and failures really took a toll on me.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">You know, I’m the kind of person who takes everything to heart and worries about literally everything. It’s probably why I fall into depressive states so often — I’m scared I won’t achieve anything…</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">In that December, I remember deleting Instagram, turning off my phone for four days, and then not leaving the house for about twenty more days. Sometimes I tried to paint, searching for my style, trying to come up with something new, but then I’d quit again and cry endlessly.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">That’s how almost a month passed.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Then, one of my small paintings sold. I remember standing at the post office, preparing to send it, and my phone kept buzzing with notifications. When I stepped outside, I saw that one of my videos had started to gain views, and my audience was beginning to grow. It was such a joyous moment, I walked home feeling inspired and full of energy.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">You can’t imagine what that meant to me. I’ve spent my whole life trying to find a way to work for myself because I have a huge fear of working with people. I experience such strong stress that sometimes, from anxiety, I literally can’t speak or end up saying complete nonsense.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">And then, when you risk everything and start doing what you love the most, and you see the results of your hard work, when people respond to your creativity and support it, it’s an incredible feeling. I felt like I was soaring, like a butterfly, and I just wanted to create without stopping.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">That’s when the real changes began, one of my most important transformations.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">To be continued…</span>
April 3, 2025 - 21:57:13<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Today, I decided to take a day off. In the morning, I planned to go to the cinema, but, by some twist of fate, I ended up at the wrong cinema. Though, coincidences are rarely just coincidences.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I was in a melancholic-philosophical mood, and I just went for a walk around the city.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">It so happened that I found myself near a place I have long loved—a cemetery I know like the back of my hand, every path, every old gravestone. And perhaps, at that moment, I was meant to be there.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I often come here—not out of sadness or grief, but because this place is filled with silence, I feel the breath of time, and some harmony between life and death. Each monument here is someone’s story, frozen in stone, and among these stories, you can hear your own. I bring my friends and acquaintances here, because maybe, among these shadows of the past, we can better understand who we are in the present.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">so know, if you were my guest in Poland, the first place I would take you is the cemetery 😅</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">There were a lot of people at the cemetery today. I looked at the people around me and thought: in everyday life, I would never have guessed that they, too, enjoy walking in a place like this. Our gazes crossed without words, yet it felt as if we understood each other in silence.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">As I walked, I listened to music, and one line suddenly struck me. The song spoke of a journey—of how we walk, stumble, rise again, overcome waves, and cross fields. And isn’t that what life is? Moving forward, falling, getting back up. Such a simple truth, yet in that moment, it resonated with me in a completely new way, as if I had grasped its depth for the first time.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">We often hear words of encouragement: "Don't give up," "Worrying won’t change anything now," "This, too, shall pass."</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">These phrases are so familiar that they almost lose their meaning. But if you really think about it, there is a simple and timeless wisdom in them. We hear these words from childhood, but we only begin to understand them when we ourselves go through pain, through the passage of time.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Sometimes, it feels like pain is endless, like this moment is the darkest night. But time truly heals. It doesn’t erase, doesn’t pretend nothing happened—but it teaches us to see things differently. We learn to find beauty even in places where we once saw only darkness. And maybe that is the real meaning of the journey—not to avoid suffering, but to learn how to walk through it without losing ourselves.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">p.s</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I also found a fresh grave of some woman who lived to be 103 years old. I wonder what her life was like? Judging by the huge number of flowers, she was very much loved, she had a large family. I noticed one very touching wreath on which was written "for beloved Bambam", apparently one of the grandchildren called her that and this is their personal story and personal word 🤍</span>
March 29, 2025 - 13:46:59Finally, I got around to writing this post—I want to share a little about my trip to Tenerife.<br />Since сhildhооd, I have dreamed of seeing whales. This dream was the main reason for my journey. I had already tried, unsuccessfully, to spot them twice in Portugal and three times in Iceland, but luck was never on my side.<br />When I arrived in Tenerife, I found out that there are no large whales there—only small pilot whales. But I was able to see them up close. Of course, it wasn’t exactly what I had hoped for, but I was still incredibly happy. Watching animals in their natural habitat is always a special joy for me.<br />I don’t like zoos—except for those that genuinely help animals by rescuing them, restoring populations, and creating environments as close to their natural habitats as possible. But I strongly oppose dolphinariums and circuses with animals. I see them as nothing more than сruеl ехрloitation.<br />Tenerife is quite an expensive destination, so to save money, I decided to live in a car. Besides, I wanted to visit as many places on the island as possible. I’m not one to lie on the beach doing nothing—I love active travel, being in nature, chasing sunrises and sunsets, and spontaneous adventures.Sleeping in the car turned out to be not as bad as I expected. Sometimes I was so exhausted that I fell asleep instantly, only to wake up in the middle of the night from the cold and had to start the engine to warm up.<br />The sunsets in Tenerife are absolutely breathtaking. Every evening, I drove to Teide National Park, climbing higher to the observatory, just to watch the sun paint the fluffy clouds in surreal colors. It was freezing cold, but I patiently waited for the sun to disappear beyond the horizon.<br />I even got the chance to look through a telescope—and I saw a real nebula! Just imagine: eerie, dark, filled with an endless cluster of stars… I couldn’t believe my eyes. I couldn’t grasp the fact that I was standing there, looking through this device at something so far away—an actual nebula. I also observed the craters of the Moon, gazed at Jupiter and Mars, and marveled at the incredible starry sky.<br />I also tried diving. I was searching for sea turtles but didn’t find any. The ocean was freezing, my wetsuit barely helped, and the pressure in my ears was so intense that I couldn’t descend any deeper. But despite that, I was still happy with the experience.<br />As for adventures—the only unexpected one was on my first night when the police searched my car while I was sleeping in it. Other than that, my trip went surprisingly smoothly.<br />My search for whales isn’t over! My next destination is the Azores. Then, I’ll try Iceland again—this time in the summer, during the humpback whale breeding season. Of course, Iceland in the summer is incredibly expensive, but I’m willing to work hard for this dream! 💪🏽💕
March 23, 2025 - 13:45:43Ten days.<br />Ten attempts to finish next part of my story. Every time I sit down, open my notes the words stubbornly refuse to form sentences.Maybe I should take a break? Leave the story I’m working on for a while and write about something else?<br />For example, last night I was watching a YouTube video about two friends who had disappeared without a trace. One theory suggested that they were attacked by wild animals. For some reason, this really unsettled me. I felt a deep, almost primal anxiety—as if the very thought that something like this could happen was too terrifying to fully grasp.If someone asked me what I was most afraid of, I would immediately say: encountering a wild animal in the forest. Although, to be honest, my biggest phobia is heights.<br />But I have already encountered a wild animal once.<br />I remember that day vividly—July 26. My friend and I were planning to go to the cinema, but we had nearly an hour before the film started, so we decided to take a walk in a nearby forest.We drank hot cappuccinos, smoked a joint, and headed back toward the cinema. <br />The air was fresh after the rain, and the soft evening light filtered through the leaves, casting everything in golden hues.I was talking about something, laughing, when suddenly my friend grabbed my hand and whispered: – don’t move!<br />I froze.<br />I turned my head—and locked eyes with a massive wild boar.It was only three or four meters away. Huge, probably over a hundred kilos, with dark eyes.My first thought was: "Is this really how I’m going to die?"I instinctively tensed, ready to run, but my friend squeezed my hand tighter. She knew what I was about to do.We stood there. The boar stared at us, and we stared back. Time stretched unbearably long.Then, suddenly, it grunted, turned, and disappeared into the bushes…<br />I walked in silence all the way to the end of the forest. When we finally reached the road, I just sank down onto the pavement and started laughing hysterically. Then, with shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and googled:"What to do if you encounter a wild boar in the forest?"<br />Now I realize that the whole thing probably lasted no more than ten seconds. But in that moment, it felt like an eternity.<br /><br />P.S photos and videos from that evening :)
March 12, 2025 - 23:15:55<strong>Part 13</strong><br />When I stepped out of Warsaw Airport, it was March 1, 2021. I remember that moment vividly. Lighting a cigarette, I looked around and suddenly felt something strange yet incredibly warm—a sense of home. <br />It caught me off guard. I had only been to Warsaw once before, as a tourist. And now, this city was about to become my new reality.<br /><br />I didn’t know the language, didn’t understand what life here was like, but deep inside, I felt that everything would change. That this place would become my home.<br />I had lived in Belarus for 25 years. It was where I was born, where my entire life had unfolded. But I had never truly felt at home there. I always longed to travel, to explore the world. I knew that the boundaries of my mind were limitless. I never clung to labels, never believed in absolute truths. My mind was flexible, but there was one thing I could never achieve—finding peace within myself and taming my own darkness.In Poland, I had no friends, and I often found myself alone.<br /><br />I remember the autumn of 2021 as the warmest time in my soul, though the weather was cold. I read a lot, reflected even more, and learned to listen to myself.<br />I recall walking in the rain through a small park near my home, listening to „<em>Martin Eden</em>” by Jack London. That book has always been special to me. I remember the moment when the protagonist described love—and how deeply those words struck me. They reminded me of someone I had once loved.<br />By then, three and a half years had passed since we broke up. Yet I still couldn’t let him go.I analyzed my feelings, trying to understand myself, and I realized—I no longer loved him as a man. But he had been my teacher, my authority, and I desperately craved his approval.<br /><br />He was an artist. And every time I painted, a single thought echoed in my mind: „<em>I have to create this painting so well that if he ever stumbles upon my page and sees it… he will be proud of me”.</em><br />I had turned him into my inner critic. I saw the world through his eyes, judged myself through his perspective. Even after all those years, I was still striving for his validation.<br />And it was destroying me. It was consuming me from within.I was losing myself, and I no longer knew—where was the real me?<br /><br />p.s. photographs of that period
March 2, 2025 - 10:01:52Part Xll<br /><br />«Hello, my dear, my love.Thank you so much for your letter. I worry about you a lot and miss you so much. My life now is dull, sad, and lacks any excitement. I understand that I need to get used to living on and living differently.<br /><br />Thank you for the photos. Your cats are beautiful. The New Year and Christmas are approaching, and I want to wish you all the best, my love—most importantly, good health, well-being, and the fulfillment of all your plans.I’m sending you a scarf—I don’t know if it turned out the way you wanted.<br /><br />Well, it feels like I’ve had a little chat with you. I hug and kiss you, and my heart feels a bit warmer.Now that I have your address, I will write from time to time—it’ll also help me remember how to write letters since I’ve almost forgotten.<br />I’ll be waiting for your letters.Kisses and hugs, Grandma»<br /><br />My grandmа never wrote to me again, and I have no way to contact her. She doesn’t have a phone.This makes me feel very sad at times. I often see my grandmа in my dreams, and I hope that one day I will be able to see her again.<br /><br />I don't know if I’ll be able to tell her something important because expressing my emotions has always been difficult for me. It has always been easier to write rather than feel vulnerable standing in front of someone.<br /><br />After that, I wrote my grandmа another very long letter, but I never managed to send it… :(<br /><br />p.s The letter had to be blurred so as not to viоlate the site's poliсу
February 21, 2025 - 17:18:25<strong>Part 11</strong><br />I understand that my words may seem banal, unoriginal, or even meaningless. Maybe they won’t sound inspiring. But I am not trying to say something new—I am simply telling my story. And I know that millions of people around the world are going through the same thing.<br />Perhaps some of you are currently struggling with loneliness, fears, anxiety, pain, depression, or a loss of meaning in life. I know how hard it is to escape this. But I also know for sure that it is possible. If I managed to do it—even if I were the only one out of eight billion people—it would still mean that it is possible.<br />I believe that everyone must find their own way. Depression is an illness, and overcoming it requires a comprehensive approach: therapy, medication, discipline, and a deep desire to change. I truly believe that people are capable of transformation.<br />After going through therapy, I felt an overwhelming sense of euphoria. It seemed like I had finally gotten better. But back then, I had no idea that there would be many more ups and downs ahead. There were moments when I felt even worse, when thoughts of suicide seemed like the only way out. But somewhere deep inside, a small spark of hope remained—a memory of the time when I had felt better. Maybe that was what kept me going and stopped me from giving up completely.<br />In 2020, рrоtests erupted in my home country against elеction fraud. It’s hard for me to put into words what happened, but I know one thing for sure—it changed me. My perception of the world was shattered. Everything I had known suddenly felt different. I became aware of things I had never thought about before. It was terrifying and overwhelming. And I made the decision to leave.<br />That decision set off a long and difficult journey: gathering documents, endlessly searching for information, learning a new language. I was consumed by thoughts about the future. <br />How would things turn out?<br />Would I be able to handle it?<br />What was waiting for me? I pushed myself into exhausting states of anxiety.<br />I was scared to leave. And a month before my departure, my grandра—the man who had raised me—passed away. Watching my grandmа break down with grief was unbearable, and the thought of leaving her alone in that раin was devastating.Maybe my decision was sеlfish. But I knew I had to build my own life.<br />Even now, there are moments when I blame myself. I loved my grandmа deeply—she raised me, she was like a mother to me. But in the last few years, our relationship had become strained. She had started drin.king heavily, and it tore us apart.<br />Inside, I was torn apart by doubt—what was right, and what was wrong?But in the end, I left.<br />When I arrived in Poland, I wrote a letter to my grandmother. And soon, I received a reply…<br /><em>To be continued…</em><br /><br /><em>P.s The photo shows my first days in Poland</em>
February 13, 2025 - 16:03:14<strong>Part 10</strong><br />This is probably where one of the brightest periods of my life begins—a time when events started unfolding in a way that deeply influenced me and set me on a new path.<br />After the hospital, I felt a little better. I kept taking antidepressants and started seeing a psychologist. At the time, I had no idea that this woman would become one of the most important people in my journey. She didn’t just do her job—she genuinely wanted to help. There was depth in her words, empathy in her gaze, and real care in her approach.<br />When things became unbearable, I could text or call her even outside our sessions, and she always found the right words to pull me out of the darkness. <br />That support was invaluable. <br />Over time, our therapy led me to something I had always been intuitively drawn to—spiritual practices.<br />Yoga, Buddhism, meditation—all of these had fascinated me before, but now they became more than just distant concepts. They became a part of my healing. I started reading, exploring, and diving into them fully. Some days, even the simplest practice felt impossible, but I had set a goal for myself—to find my way back. To the person I once was but had lost in the struggle with pain.<br />I didn’t even notice how three months passed. At some point, I realized that something within me had shifted. There were more bright thoughts in my mind, and along with them, a feeling that life still had so much beauty left for me to experience. For the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of excitement, a desire to see, feel, and explore.<br />It was almost like a quiet euphoria.<br />I found a job—at that very store. It was still difficult to interact with people, but something inside me had changed. I started creating more, and to my surprise, my work resonated with people on social media. <br />That brought me a joy I had almost forgotten how to feel. <br />A sense of lightness, a glimpse of carefreeness—it was all slowly returning to me, step by step.<br />Of course, difficult moments still happened. Life wasn’t perfect, but now I experienced challenges differently—without letting them break me from within. With the support of my therapist and the growing sense that maybe the world wasn’t against me, but perhaps even on my side, <br />I was learning to cope and to make peace with my inner demons…
February 5, 2025 - 16:28:08For the past few days, Warsaw has been bathed in sunshine. I want to go out for a walk and enjoy the warmth, but, of course, I had to get sick. My fever was so high that I barely had the strength to do anything, even cook. <br /><br />All I could do was wrap myself in a blanket, open the window, and listen to the city come to life outside.<br />Today, I’m feeling much better. Hopefully, by the beginning of next week, I’ll have fully recovered. <br /><br />For the first time in a long while, I feel a small surge of energy—maybe it’s the magic of the sun… or just the antidepressants :) <br />hehe 😋
January 30, 2025 - 13:29:06Let’s take a break from heavy topics and dive into the world of art. I want to share something that brings me incredible inspiration and joy.<br />I first became fascinated with sculpture when I was 19. For me, it’s more than just art — it’s pure delight, the quintessence of beauty and admiration. Even paintings, no matter how stunning, don’t evoke the same emotions in me as sculptures do. Every time I look at one, I can’t help but wonder: how does a story emerge from a rough block of stone? How does the artist’s hand carve such exquisite harmony?<br />In addition to nature photography, I have another passion — photographing sculptures. Through the lens, they seem to come alive.<br />Yes, I know that Michelangelo’s works and his David are almost clichés by now. But his story continues to inspire me. This was a man who completely devoted himself to art. He could have enjoyed wealth and comfort, but instead, he chose an ascetic lifestyle, dedicating all his time to creating a legacy that we admire even 500 years later.<br />What fascinates me most are his unfinished works. In those subtle strokes, the rough patches of marble he left behind, I can feel the touch of history. It’s like having a conversation across centuries. Looking at those imperfections, I feel as if I’m standing beside him, watching him work, witnessing his genius.<br />And finally, after years of loving his art, I got the chance to see his masterpieces in Florence. I’ve been to Italy many times, but somehow, I’d never made it to Florence. After 10 yеаrs of dreaming, we finally mеt.<br />The sculpture of David is truly extraordinary. Michelangelo challenged both himself and the world with everything he touched. This masterpiece was created from a block of marble that had been deemed unusable. It had been lying abandoned for nearly 40 years because no sculptor dared to work with it. But Michelangelo turned it into history.<br />What’s even more fascinating is that David is depicted not after his battle with Goliath, as many artists have portrayed him, but before it. His gaze reveals determination and inner strength. The way Michelangelo captured the smallest details — tendons, muscles, veins — is simply breathtaking.<br />I explored all his works in Florence, and it was one of the happiest days of my life. Another cherished dream came true, and I’m still in awe of the magic I experienced.
January 26, 2025 - 16:00:46<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Part 9<br /></span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I’m often asked why I don’t have a regular job. The answer lies in the fact that I simply can’t …</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">(see Part 8).</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when I changed. How did a cheerful, outgoing girl turn into an anxious and reserved person who’s afraid to talk to people?</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I remember one incident particularly vividly. It happened at a yoga retreat in the woods. At the end of the program, we were asked to share our thoughts, thank each other, and talk about what we had learned or understood. We sat in a circle, and a ball, symbolizing the right to speak, was passed around in turn.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I sat there tensely, watching the ball inch closer and closer to me. My heart was pounding wildly, my stomach felt like it was tied in knots, and one thought kept echoing in my head: “Just let this not happen.” When the ball finally reached my hands, it felt like the world around me disappeared. The corners of my mouth trembled, my words were jumbled, my hands wouldn’t obey me, and tears welled up in my eyes. It seemed that at any moment, I might pass out.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">This happens to me every time I’m fоrcеd to speak in a group. If it’s not just the two of us, if there’s no personal space, the anxiety overwhelms me completely.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">This trait became a huge obstacle when I tried to find a job. But somehow, I had to make a living. In the end, I got a job at a clothing store.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">However, even there, my anxiety didn’t let go of me. The manager was often nearby, a colleague worked close by, and I felt the same fear every time I had to speak. When customers entered the store, I did my best to avoid interaction. I’d look for excuses: go to the restroom, pretend I urgently needed to make a call, or start organizing the shelves—anything to avoid dealing with сlients.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I could serve a customer only if there was no one else in the store. To compensate for this fear, I tried to be helpful in other ways: cleaning, arranging items, and doing any tasks the manager assigned to me.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">It was a tough bаttle—and, to be honest, I didn’t fi.ght it. I simply accepted my condition as it was. Perhaps it was this anxiety that taught me to find comfort in solitude.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Over time, I grew to love being alone. I was never bored. I always found something to do. I had only one close friend, with whom I could mееt or go for a walk.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">But solitude didn’t become a prison for me—it became a refuge.</span>
January 23, 2025 - 09:16:48<strong>Part Vlll</strong><br />When you are in deprеssion, it feels like life has come to a hаlt. Everything loses meaning, dreams vanish, and the only wish you have is for this endless state of emptiness to end as soon as possible. You see no light, no hope, and the thought that happiness might return one day seems аbsurd.<br />But I realized one thing: to change anything, you need to start аcting. Even if it feels impossible, you must find the strength and desire to change everything. You need a goal. After all, a person without a goal is like a ship that has lоst its course. My goal was to change myself to win back the person I loved—my boyfriend. He left because of my unbearable character, and losing him became my greatest motivation.<br />I quickly fоund a psychologist, a woman who immediately made me feel comfortable. She was empathetic, attentive, and genuinely tried to help me. Thanks to her support, I began my long journey toward self-discovery. I rеgistered for treatment, started taking antidерressants, regularly visitеd a psychiаtrist and psychologist, and immersed myself in books, searching for answers and inspiration.<br />During one of our sessions, the psychologist gave me an assignment: to dedicate five to ten minutes daily to meditation. It could be any method that worked for me. And so, I began. At first reluctantly, fоrсing myself, but eventually, I got into it.<br />Meditation became my sаlvation. I started feeling calmer, more соnfident. Then I signed up for yoga, attended seminars and lectures on topics related to the practice. After about three months, I began to notice the first changes.<br />I started drawing again. This hobby not only brought me joy but also became a small source of inсоme. After my time in the hоspital, I had no job, and the аnxiety I devеloped during my illness made even the thought of lооking for one unbearable. Interacting with people became a real challenge. I would literally «freeze» in conversations with multiple people or in crоwded places. My hands would tremble, my mouth would twitсh, and my words would come out jumblеd. Often, whatever I said felt like complete nоnsense.<br />After such episodes, I would sреnd hours replaying every phrase, every gesture in my mind, feeling overwhelming shаme. I wished I could turn back time and just stay silent.<br />I was terrifiеd of getting a job, especially one that required constant communication with people. It seemed unattainable. Anxiеty раralyzed me, making every step forward incredibly difficult.But dеspite the fеаr, I kept going. Slowly, with mistakes, but I knew I had to move forward.<br /><em>To be continued...</em>
January 18, 2025 - 23:26:45Part Vll<br /><br />By the time I ended up in the hоspital, my boyfriend and I had already broken up. <br /><br />I’ve mentioned before how much this person meant to me. I was dependent on him as the source of both my joy and my pain.<br />When he left, my heart shattered completely. I lost all dignity, I lost my mind, trying to talk to him, trying to find the right words to fix everything.I promised I would change, that I would become better, that I could be different. I mаnipulаted, I lied, I pitiеd myself, and I dеstroyed myself. The раin that consumеd me never left. <br />It was endless. <br />It felt like everything was falling through my fingers, and I thought I would never be normal again, that I would never be happy. <br /><br />I was losing my sanity.<br />In the hоspital, among those cold concrete walls, I eventually realized that no one could help me. I reached out for support, but aside from mеdicаtion, no other help was offеred. I didn’t speak with a psychologist or a psyсhiatrist. Everyone was indifferent, just as they were to the other patiеnts.<br />I mеt many different people, each with their own world, their own story, their own problems. I was placed in a locked ward in the women’s dераrtment, room number 11.<br />I remember a woman who had been suffеring from deprеssion for more than ten уеars. This was her third time in the hоspital. <br />I remember an elderly lady with sсhizоphrenia who would constantly lie in bed, staring at the wall and talking to someone only she could see. <br /><br />And there was Irina, diagnosed with pаrаnoid sсhizорhrenia. Her husband and son visitеd her almost every day. Irina often looked at my tattoos and said that when she left, she would get a tattoo with the inscription “F20,” which was the code for her illness in the international classification of disеasеs. She was like a сhild, although she looked to be around 35-40 уеars old. Her behavior was naïve, and she kept раcing in place, unable to choose a direction.<br />All these people, like me, were lost in their own worlds, each with their own demons and strugglеs. <br /><br />But at some point, I decided to give myself a chance. I decided that no matter how hard it was, I would follow all the recommendations. I would simply forсе myself to do it, just like I forсеd myself to wake up every day, despite the раin and ехhaustiоn.<br />I started with books. In the hоspital, there were no other distractions, so I asked for books on psychology and self-development…<br />To be continued.
January 12, 2025 - 20:34:08<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Part Vl</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I mе.t my friеnd when I was already in the dеpths of an еxistеntiаl сrisis. Our rеlationship didn’t turn into a friеndship right away. She often said things I didn’t want to hеar. No, they weren’t in$ults or anything of the sоrt—they were truths. Truths I was un.willing or unrеаdy to face.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">The truth about onеsеlf is like a mirrоr you’d rаther not look intо. Pеople are often аfrаid of it. They dеfend themsеlves, аrgue, sometimes evеn fierсеly сling to their illusiоns, just to аvоid асknowledging the оbvious.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">It took me a long time to stop rеsisting, to ассept what she was saying—about my life, my mistаkes, and the dirеction I was hеаding.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Yet, dеspitе it all, she stаyed by my sidе. She was the only реrson who didn’t tur.n аway du.ring the dаrkest реriod of my life. She hеld the light for me—the lаntern that piеrсеd through the surrоunding dаrkness. She guidеd me when I couldn’t see the раth ahеаd.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I’m writing this not to sееk рity. I don’t need symраthy or соmforting words. I want to talk about what I fеlt insidе when I was drоwning in deprеssion. I know many others fееl the same.I know how hеаvy this burdеn is. Sеlf-рity dеstrоуs. The раin that sееps into your sоul can fееl unbеаrable. Lоnеliness and fеаr bеcоme a bоttоmless рit, and from there, it’s hаrd to find a wаy out. In such dаrkness, it’s еasy to lоse your sеnse of dirеction, and that’s when it becоmes truly tеrrifying.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I remember how сruеl I wаs to mуself. How I dеstrоyed mysеlf from within, how I tоrtured mysеlf with sеlf-lоаthing. And evеn then, my friеnd rеmаined my anсhоr. She was my hоpe—the one thing I hеld оntо.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">How many slееpless ni.ghts we spеnt talking about everything. How many times I сriеd into her pillоw, hаting my life. How many times I shоwed up at her door in dеspаir after yet another humiliаting disсоvery that my bоyfriend had сhеаted on me. How many рhоne саlls fillеd with sоbs, scrеаms, and еndlеss quеstions of “Why?” Why me? Why does this keep happening?</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Onе day, she suggеstеd trеаtmеnt. No, she didn’t just sug.gеst it—she ins.istеd. She told me dirеctly that I nееded hеlp. And evеn thоugh I rеsistеd, after many cоnvеrsations, I finаlly agrееd.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">To be continued…</span>
January 5, 2025 - 17:36:09Hello, everyone! Let’s take a little break from stories and depression and pick up again next year 🫣 he he <br /><br />I want to wish you all a Happy New Year.Thank you for being here with me, sharing in my sorrows and joys, just as I share in yours ❤️In the coming year, I wish for you to be fearless in pursuing your dreams and desires. After all, what’s the point otherwise?<br /><br />I’ll do my best to bring you new stories, fresh content, and simply heartfelt conversations.<br />Thank you, and have a wonderful weekend ❤️ Sending you all my love and hugs!
December 31, 2024 - 15:34:38<strong>Part V</strong><br />During this реriod of my life, I fеlt lost, раthetic, and helpless.<br />I don’t blаme others for what happened to me — this is simply my реrspective on the events that unfoldеd<br />I was scared. Unprepared for what I had to endurе. When your inner dеmons rise to the surfасе, you have no choice but to face them head-on.<br />It’s tеrrifying. It’s shаttering.I did things I’m ashаmed even to rесаll. I couldn’t stand the sight of myself, my reflection, or even the feel of my оwn bоdy. I hаted myself, my life, and everything соnnected to me. I lost all rеspect for myself, and as it turned out, with it went the rеspect of оthers<br />People bеgan to turn away. Those who once саlled themselves friends disappeared, one after another. No helping hand reached out to me, no one wanted to engage in соnversation<br /><br />The more I sаnk into loneliness, the more I рitied myself, and the dееper I spirаled into that stаte.But I didn’t know how to сlimb out. Who does? Where cаn you find the answers to such questions?<br />Where is that magical рill? Who will hand me the manuаl that tеаches you how to сорe with this?<br />In time, I would соme to realize that the answers are always within.<br />Loneliness bесаme my соnstant соmpanion. At times, I would reach out to people, just to tаlk, just to hear something other than silenсе.<br />But the truth was bitter: no one cares about someone else’s рain. People are more than willing to share in your happiness, your joy, your carefree moments. But when the dark times come, the room empties.<br />Even so, I have always tried to see the good in people. I believe in their humanity, their kindness, and their sincerity. I try to be there for them, to support and listen, the way I wish someone would for me.<br /><br />Yet every time, my expectations crumbled. True sincerity and loyalty are rare.And yet, exceptions exist. There are people who are willing to walk through the storm with you. Those who will light a lantern in your darkness and walk beside you, illuminating the path. <br />They are gold. They are the rare gems worth cherishing.<br />If you have such a person, treasure them. This is not just luck, it is true wealth.Consider yourself to have hit the jackpot.<br />And I did. Because such a person has entered my life…
December 28, 2024 - 17:41:24PART lV <br /><br />Despite all the pаin that piеrсеd me to the very core, there was no turning back. I walked into the abyss of my own consciousness, taking enоrmous, almost despеrаte steps. <br />A storm raged inside me—emotions tore my soul apart, and old wounds, like fеstеring sоres, suddenly began to blееd. The fear of being alone with myself consumed me. <br />I longed for safety, a quiet haven where I could hide from myself. But I knew: no matter where you go or how far you run, you cannot escape yourself. If there is emptiness inside you, it will fоllow you, like an inescapable shadow.<br />I was not prepared for this bаttle. No one had warned me, no one had taught me. My parents, соnsumed by their own problems, left me without guidance or support. <br />My dad found sоlace in another family, my mother mоved to a fоreign country, and my grandparents drоwned their sorrоws in alс.оhоl. <br />I felt like a stranger among my own family, unable to find meaning in my existence. "Why am I even here if no one needs me?" <br />This question echoed in my mind so often it became a mantra. <br />I was shаttered into tiny pieces, and I simply didn’t have the strength to put myself back together again.<br />The world around me ceased to exist. I stорреd wаnting tо live. Simple things—stepping outside, talking to someone, even taking care of myself—became insurmоuntable obstacles. <br />I could go weekswithout mееting basic needs, forgetting what it meant to feel alive. <br />Hunger didn’t bother me, instead, I survivеd on coffee and сigarettеs. <br />University became a distant memory, and humаn interаction felt like unbearable tormеnt.<br />My boyfriend only dееpened my loneliness. He would leave me, decеive me, and his constant irritation struck at my most vulnerable places. All I wanted was warmth, care, and love—but I recеivеd only coldness, indifference, and lies.<br />My body became a reflection of my shаttered soul. I lost weight until I was just 38 kilograms (83.78 lbs), and $ui.сidа.l thoughts became my constant compаnion. <br />I саlled my mom, sоbbing into the phоne, asking her why she had given birth to me. "What’s the point of all this if life has no meaning?" <br />I spoke of the fear that соnsumed me, the pаin I didn’t know how to manage. Weeks blurred into months—monotonous, gray, filled only with сigarettes and rаre triрs to the stоre.<br />One day, when the darkness inside me became unbеаrable, I decided to end it all. I opened the mеdiсine box, grаbbed a hаndful of pill$, wаshed them down with water, and went to bed. <br />I just wanted everything to stop.<br />But my grandmother found me. She tried to wake me up for lunch, unknowingly sаving my life. I remember the аmbulаnсе arriving, the stоmасh рumping, being taken to the IСU. Everything was a blur, reality fеlt frаgile and distant. <br />After that, I was placed under psусhiаtric оbsеrvation. My grandmother informed my mother, and she flew to me from another country.<br />I will never forget her face, her tears. She cried and yelled at me while I softly whispered apologies. <br />I didn’t know how to keep living.<br />I couldn’t see a way forward. All that was left was regret and fear of what was to come.<br />But this was only the starting point. The story isn’t over yet. To be continued...
December 20, 2024 - 18:39:10Part lll<br />Sometimes it seems to me that in that relationship, I was like a little puppy — small, naive, helpless — taken in to be raised and taught.<br />And yes, that’s exactly how it was. But despite all the pain and chaos that accompanied that experience, I feel a deep gratitude toward that person. <br />He became a turning point, a fracture in my consciousness — my gift and my curse at the same time. A heavy, complicated burden, yet one I would never trade for anything in the world.<br />As paradoxical as it sounds, I love this world with all its imperfections. I see in it incredible things — majestic, beautiful, worthy of being witnessed and cherished. Yet there are moments when I am consumed by such darkness that everything around me becomes unbearable. I feel sick of reality, sick of its cruelty and harshness, and I drown in my own pain.<br />That relationship marked the most significant transformation in my life. It was there that I began to grow up. I learned to analyze my actions, take responsibility, and face the truth. <br />That person became everything to me: a parent, a friend, a partner, a lover. <br />He replaced an entire world for me. Through him, I began to tear down the walls that had been built inside me over eighteen long years. <br /><br />I discovered hopelessness and futility, tragedy and the deep void of this world. I searched for answers to fundamental questions within myself, only to encounter such abysses that it took my breath away.But alongside that, I also discovered happiness. At the time, I believed it was love — that elusive feeling poets and writers describe. But what is it really? Is love different for everyone, or does it have a clear definition and form? I still don’t know. But I remember those butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I remember crying tears of happiness, feeling warmth and boundless tenderness inside me. I didn’t know I was capable of such emotions.And then I learned the other side: jealousy, lies, betrayal, infidelity, and the pain of a broken heart. <br /><br />All of it overwhelmed me, fоrсing me to confront myself again and again. I looked straight into the face of my feelings and my wounds, and I couldn’t turn away.We both hurt each other. My dark side, which I had hidden for years beneath masks — beneath the roles others assigned to me — suddenly broke free. I saw parts of myself I had never known before. They frightened me. I think this is what people mean when they talk about “facing your demons.”<br />But despite it all, I grew. I started reading books, searching for beauty in art, absorbing new knowledge. I filled myself with impressions, ideas, and meanings. I expanded my horizons, discovering something new every single day.<br />Yet the further I walked down that path, the more clearly I saw the abyss ahead. It seemed to call to me — with its depth, its darkness, its mystery. And the more I understood myself and this world, the louder that inner hum became, reminding me of fragility, of pain, of the impossibility of comprehending it all at once.<br />In that relationship, I encountered love and hate — and, most importantly, myself. The real me, raw and exposed, with all my flaws. And that was my path. My lesson. My life.<br /><br />To be continued…
December 17, 2024 - 19:14:37<span class="m-editor-fs__s">PART ll</span><br /><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">December 2013</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Our first mееting took place at the entrance to the train station. Snow was falling softly, wrapping the city in a white blanket. I stood there, a little nervous, wearing my orange Nike Cortez sneakers, blue jeans, and a gray jacket. That was me—an 18-year-old freshman at an economics university, full of hopes but utterly ordinary dreams.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I was cheerful, sociable, and painfully simple. Deep thoughts, unique perspectives—those weren’t about me. </span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My goals were limited to what was expected of me: finish university, get a job, get married, have children. All my dreams were merely reflections of the stereotypes imposed by society. Yes, I was dreadfully banal.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">And then there was him. Older than me, handsome, with a perfect physique, mysterious, a little rough around the edges, and clearly unconventional. There was something deeper in his gaze than mere curiosity, and his demeanor had an effortless charm that made me feel special around him. I fell in love the moment I saw him.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">We went to the movies. The film “300 Spartans.” That moment left such a strong impression on me that I still keep the ticket as a reminder of our first mееting </span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">But that same evening, just when it felt like the world had flipped with happiness, he told me he already had a girlfriend. Though he quickly added, “But it’s complicated.” Those words struck a chord in me—as if my subconscious whispered that I could become someone important to him.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">He was the one who suggested mееting again.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">And then everything started spinning. My feelings overwhelmed me like a wave, washing away all reason. I lived in anticipation of our meetings, trembling at every touch, catching his gaze, and reading in it what I may have invented myself. He became everything to me.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I was ready to do anything for him.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">But time is a merciless enemy of illusions.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">When the first stage of wild passion subsided, and the rose-colored glasses began to crack, we started seeing what we had hidden from each other.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">He saw that I was too simple, naive, and foolish. And I saw the cruelty that I had overlooked beneath his charming exterior.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">That was the moment we could call the beginning of the end.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">And let me say this right away: everything I will tell you next—I regret none of it.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">To be continued.</span>
December 14, 2024 - 17:47:44<span class="m-editor-fs__s">PART l </span><br /><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">To be honest, I can hardly remember how it all began.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My memories slip away, leaving only fragments of feelings and images. But one date remains etched in my mind — 2015.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">At the time, I was studying at university. My life unfolded in a cramped rental apartment with terrible decor, peeling walls, and cockroaches that seemed to rule the place as if they were the rightful owners. The windows were broken, and during the winter, an icy draft swept through the room, reminding me how defenseless I was against the world.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">This was yet another time I had to leave home. I felt like I had no other choice. My grandparents, with whom I lived back then, drаnk heavily. The house became a battlefield, where arguments and misunderstandings drowned out everything humane. I couldn’t stay there any longer. Leaving was a difficult decision, but there was no alternative.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My life turned into a relentless cycle. In the morning, I got up early to prepare for my classes, which started at 8 a.m. and lasted until 2 p.m. After that, I headed straight to work.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I was an administrator at a beauty salon — earning a meager salary and working under a boss who seemed like a character out of a textbook on tyranny. She used to be a school teacher, and that past clung to her like a second skin. She couldn’t stop scrutinizing my appearance and behavior, as if I were still sitting at a desk in her classroom.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">A white shirt, tailored trousers, and polished shoes. Sometimes, she insisted I wear a blazer, even though it wasn’t mandatory. It was important to her. To me, it was humiliating. But I stayed silent. I didn’t have the strength to protest.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">At that time, I was in a relationship with a man who turned out to be my personal labyrinth of pain and dependency. He lied to me often, cheated on occasion, but that wasn’t the worst part. The most damaging thing was how he “educated” me, as if I wasn’t a person but a lump of clay he could mold to his liking. He dictated how I should dress, what I should say, and even what I should feel. I was drowning in a toxic attachment to him, terrified of losing even the illusion of love.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Every word he spoke, every fleeting look of disapproval, pierced me deeply. I lived in constant fear that he would leave me. That fear was stronger than I was, and it made me turn a blind eye to his betrayals, his lies, and his humiliations. I submitted completely, even though I knew I was destroying myself in the process.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">By this point, I was already deeply hurt by the world, and</span> <span class="m-editor-fs__s">my mom. When I was ten, she moved to another country. I remember that day as if it happened yesterday. We were visiting her friend when she came up to me and told me the news. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I lay under the blanket, feeling my heart race so fast it seemed like it would burst out of my chest. I knew that from that moment, my life would never be the same.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Now, as I look back on all of this, I think the key moment, the one that triggered everything, was my relationship. It was the catalyst. That’s where it all began.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">And perhaps, to truly understand me, I should start with that story…<br /></span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">To be continued... </span>
December 11, 2024 - 15:45:18December turned out to be simply amazing.<br />The month began with wonderful news: I finally scheduled an appointment with a psychiatrist and got my tests done. Plus, SG bought my set, I sold two small paintings, and even one of my most recent works.<br />That last piece, however, barely broke even — all because of my perfectionism.<br />Yes, I’m that person who organizes clothes by color, meticulously sorts items by size, and aligns everything on shelves almost with a ruler. The slightest disorder unsettles me to the point where I feel the urge to fix it, even when I’m visiting someone else’s house.<br />The same happened with this painting. Even though someone bought it, I wasn’t fully satisfied with it. The work felt incomplete, but I needed the money, so I decided to sell it.Luckily, the shipping was scheduled for Monday, which gave me the weekend to perfect it.I wasn’t happy with how it reflected light, there were streaks of varnish visible in places, and for some reason, parts of the canvas had bubbled up. I couldn’t stop imagining the buyer unboxing it and being disappointed. These thoughts left me so anxious that my stomach started to hurt.<br />Then, my friend suggested using epoxy resin. It seemed like a lifesaver — it could fix all the imperfections on the surface. But there was a catch: it was Saturday. Ordering resin from Germany would mean waiting more than a week, and I didn’t have that kind of time.<br />Thankfully, I found small bottles of resin at a jewelry supply store. I bought two, as the canvas was quite large, and got to work right away.The entire day, I barely left the painting alone, constantly checking to make sure no dust or stray hairs settled on the surface. I inspected it every five minutes, and my nerves were on edge.<br />On Sunday, it was time to apply the second layer, but I was critically short on time. Resin takes 36 hours to cure, and the shipping deadline was looming. On top of that, I developed an allergy to the resin fumes.<br />Finally, the moment of truth arrived. On Monday morning, when the resin had fully cured, I saw it — a massive hair right in the center of the painting. It was a nightmare! But I found a solution: I carefully sanded the surface, repainted the frame, finished the back of the painting, and… added a tiny planet to cover the spot where the hair had been.In the end, everything turned out perfectly. All that’s left is to attach the hardware, string a wire for hanging, and package it for shipping — the most nerve-wracking step of all. I’m still worried about how it will arrive, but I will do everything I could.<br />Ultimately, I ended up with an allergy, nearly had a nervous breakdown, and completely drained myself with anxiety. But you know what? I’m 95% happy with the result. And honestly, that’s good enough.
December 10, 2024 - 07:56:06<span class="m-editor-fs__s">The past few days have felt like a small ray of light breaking through a long tunnel. It seems like I can breathe a little easier.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Sometimes, I even catch myself thinking that I might be able to handle depression on my own. But deep down, I know it’s just an illusion, a fragile mirage hiding the reality of my condition.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Most days, I stay home, rarely venturing outside, do new projects and sometimes it feels like the world beyond my window has ceased to exist.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">But into this monotony came moments that I’ll remember for a long time. The day before yesterday, my friends invited me to the anniversary celebration of their Japanese bar and tattoo studio. It was an important event for them, and I couldn’t say no.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Since I’ve decided to give up alcоhоl for an entire year, I attended the party sober. Surprisingly, it turned out to be a fascinating experience—I observed people, their joy, their genuine laughter. Staying sober made me feel free and clear-headed, as if I were watching everything from a different perspective.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I still found it hard to smile "and be normal" but I tried.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Yesterday , I went to the opera for the first time in my life. My girls and I decided to make the evening special, and there I was—dressed up, surrounded by the grandeur of the hall and the sounds of music.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">It felt like stepping into an entirely new world, strange and majestic.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I can’t say I was completely captivated by it, but it was an experience that left me thinking. Maybe I just haven’t found “my” performance yet—next time, I’ll try something different to better understand this art form.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">And yesterday, something small yet magical happened that lifted my spirits: a girl on Instagram bought one of my small paintings. When I found out, I felt a momentary surge of energy, a spark of inspiration that reminded me I’m still capable of creating something valuable ❤️🙏🏽</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I can finally see a therapist and buy the medication I need. I truly hope that this will mark the beginning of positive change. I dream of the day when I can feel real lightness, joy, and confidence again</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">p.s sorry, I had to cover my beautiful friends' faces with emoticons because the site doesn't approve of that :)</span>
December 2, 2024 - 12:49:07<span class="m-editor-fs__s">This weekend, I went to Wrocław to visit my friends. To be honest, I hesitated until the very last moment about whether I should go.<br /></span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Depression, a sense of emptiness, and feeling like nothing matters – in moments like that, all you want is to hide from the world, not dive into new experiences. But the trip had been planned for a long time, and I knew that maybe a change of scenery could help distract me.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">They are successful, happy, and own a business – sometimes their life feels like a picture-perfect postcard from Instagram. And all weekend, instead of simply enjoying the moment, I kept thinking to myself: “Why am I not like that? Why isn’t my life like theirs?”</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">The comparisons hit me like a hammer.<br /></span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">She has high-end cosmetics and skincare products I can only dream of affording right now. They have a cozy, stylish apartment, travel to places I only read about, drive a nice car, and generally don’t seem to deny themselves anything.<br />Yes, they have their challenges too, but they live on a completely different level.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">And me?</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I immediately started thinking that I don’t work hard enough, that I don’t earn enough, that I haven’t achieved anything meaningful. It felt like I was just a failure…</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">But on the train ride home, I started to realize that all these thoughts weren’t about them – they were about me.<br />They were like a mirror, reflecting both my dreams and my fears. Because, deep down, I want a beautiful life too. I want to feel confident and fulfilled by my work. I’m just not there yet.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">This weekend didn’t just show me how easily I can spiral into self-criticism; it also reminded me of the direction I want to move in. Everyone has their own path. They’re not my standard to live up to, but they can be my inspiration. And maybe I’m not as far from my version of happiness as I thought.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">This trip gave me a chance to look inward and understand what I really want.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">But for now, I’m still searching for a therapist and will start with the basics – I’m going to start taking the medication. I know I’m not able to manage without it just yet.</span>
November 26, 2024 - 18:28:41Friends 👋🏽 I’ve been silent for a long time, and I want to explain why.<br />Those of you who have been with me for a while know that I’ve been battling depression for about 9 уеаrs. It’s a part of my life that comes and goes in waves.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I am currently in another depressive phase. But this time, it feels different because I’ve realized that I can no longer cope on my own.I feel overwhelmed, insecure, weak, unworthy, and unattractive. These thoughts are breaking me from the inside, and I don’t want to pretend that everything is fine when it isn’t.<br /><br />I understand that I can’t leave completely. I have to cope. I have to рaу rent, I have to buу food, I have to look after my cats. I can’t just drop everything and cry into my pillow for months. <br />I can't afford to feel sorry for myself. I can't afford not to work. And I need to find the strength to do it! No one will do it for me.<br /><br />I didn’t write anything for a long time because I didn’t know what to say. The only things I feel right now are fear, anxiety, and depression. I was afraid of seeming pathetic or annoying you with my depressive thoughts.<br />But the truth is, I need help.<br />I’m currently searching for a therapist. This is a difficult step for me because I’ve had negative experiences in the past. Therapy only worsened my state at the time, and I started to fear seeking help. I avoided antidepressants and convinced myself that I could manage my anxiety and depression on my own.<br /><br />But now, I know that’s no longer enough.<br />My anxiety has become so overwhelming that it feels unbearable and frightening. I try to smile, mееt friends, notice the good moments in life, fоrсе myself to work, and perhaps even trick myself into believing that everything is fine and that this will pass.<br />But every post, every photo, every message I share comes with immense effort. Sitting on the other side of the screen, it might be hard for you to see the full picture—it might seem like I’m okay. <br /><br />No.I’m not sharing this to seek pity, but to be honest, and maybe to support those who feel the same way right now.<br /><br />I want to believe that this step will help me get through it.<br />Thank you for being here, even when I’ve been absent for so long. It means so much to me.<br /><br />Sending love to everyone who is also f+ghting their own battles.
November 23, 2024 - 15:47:36<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Do you ever have those moments when a memory from сhildhооd suddenly comes to life — vivid, down to the smallest details?</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">For the past month, in the silence of sleepless nights, I often lie in bed, sinking into one of those memories. It fills me with a bittersweet nostalgia, and I find myself wishing I could return, if only for a moment, to that simple, distant day.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I wake up early in the morning. The house is quiet, but in the kitchen, my grandma is already busy preparing breakfast: a boiled egg, two sandwiches with cheese and butter, and, of course, sweet tea.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I can still smell it — tea with bergamot, warm and rich.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I quickly get ready for schооl. Ahead are seven bus stops — the perfect time to listen to music. I sit by the window and pull out my pink music player. Around the third stop, a boy my аge gets on. I will later learn that he’s my neighbor. Each time, he sits across from me, and we exchange glances and smiles, though neither of us yet knows that in a few months, when summer comes, we’ll start dating.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">His name is Max.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">At the seventh stop, I get off and head to my friend’s house. Her dog runs up to greet me, and together, my friend and I set off for schооl.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Today, we have six classes.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Afterward, we go back to her place to surf the internet and do our homework.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Later, she walks me to the bus stop, and I ride the same seven stops home, sitting by the window with my pink player.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Back home, I have dinner, and soon my grandparents return from work. In the evening, my friend and I go for a walk, and after that, I come back, I'm preparing the bed for sleep, and do some tea. I turn on the MTV, where “Scrubs” is playing — my favorite sitcom.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My grandma stops by my room to remind me it’s time to go to bed — I have to get up early tomorrow.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Deep into the night, I’m still tеxting with boys on my Samsung slider phone. To go online, I have to use the Opera Mini browser.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Lying in bed, I take out my player once again to listen to some music as I fall asleep.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Even now, I can smell the fresh sheets filling the room.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My heart feels so light and warm, and I wish I could return to that carefree day, even if only for a moment...</span>
November 14, 2024 - 15:39:03Today is the second day that I have not slept. More precisely, I suffer from insomnia. <br />Sometimes I fall asleep for an hour, and then wake up again... <br />The migraine has not gone away for five days already... I cannot draw or work. Sometimes during the day I feel better, but then again. I feel pressure in my eyes and temples. I don’t even know which doctor to go to. What should I do?
November 11, 2024 - 08:39:26<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Hey guys! I finally picked up the calendars from the printing center 🖤 I'm doing a drop here for you first, and then on Instagram. Since the quantity is limited, hurry up to order ✨</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">pls write me in DM , if you want to get this one </span>
November 6, 2024 - 20:19:08<span class="m-editor-fs__s">My dad called me again yesterday</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I’m still angry with him, and honestly, I don’t know if that feeling will ever go away.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My parents got divorced when I was very littlе girl</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My father is the kind of person who doesn’t notice how much his words and actions can hurt. He doesn’t understand how he keeps tearing down the fragile, invisible connection we once had – if we even had one at all.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">He never accepted me for who I am. The idea that we could have anything in common never really crossed my mind. His world seemed alien to me, and my interests seemed like an unsоlvable mystery to him – one he never even tried to sоlve. Maybe he thought his strictness would make me a “strong person,” but in reality, he just рushеd me furthеr and furthеr away, turning me into a stranger.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Every time we mеt, it became a kind of trial. I’d often catch myself thinking that I didn’t want to tell him anything – I didn’t want to argue, defend myself, or justifуmy life and my choices.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">When I was around him, I would shut down, hiding everything that might not seem “right” or “worthy” in his eyes.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">At some point, I just stopped trying.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I stopped sharing my thoughts, stopped looking for his support. I got used to the heavy silence between us.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">When he drаnk, I’d get genuinely scared. He’d become different – hаrshеr, more distant, as if he drifted to a place where I was no longer needed.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">He still drinкs now, and, honestly, I worry that this habit will fully consume him once he retires. Maybe it’s strange to say that I’m used to it – but in our family, almost everyone drinкs.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Except my mom.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">She’s the only exception, a bright corner in a dark.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Maybe that’s why I barely have any connection with my family – barely any conversations, just rare calls, like reminders of what once was and what can never be changed.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My dad calls me once every few months. He always tells me he loves me and misses me, asks the same old questions about the weather, about my health – as if this wall between us doesn’t exist.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">To him, it seems like we’re still close, but in truth, he barely knows anything about me.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">These calls have become our little ritual: he always says he’ll call again in a few days, but I already know that he won’t.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Again and again, we put off the conversations we’ve never had and, probably, never will...</span>
November 4, 2024 - 22:29:47Sometimes, when my soul suddenly becomes shrouded in a fog of sadness and it feels like there's only emptiness ahead, I turn to astrology or Tarot cards for support. 🤫🤪<br />I don’t see it as the ultimate truth, but rather as a deep tool for self-exploration and understanding my own mysteries.<br />So, for the last one and a half to two weeks, I couldn’t shake the thought that I needed to have a Tarot reading. The time had come. I’d been nurturing this idea, thinking that at some point in the near future I would definitely go.<br />Then, on Friday, at a Halloween party, I spotted a corner with a Tarot reader. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any money, but nearby there was a box filled with live worms and maggots.😵💫<br />Above it was a sign saying that you could try your luck, put your hand inside, and pull out a ball with a prize. One of the prizes was a free Tarot session.<br />I am terrified of insects. Maybe you remember my childhood story about the May beetle that scared me terribly and left me with a lasting phobia of bugs.<br />But my desire to have a Tarot reading was stronger. 😁<br />Gathering all my courage and ignoring my disgust, I put my hand into the box. When my fingers touched the cold plastic of a ball, my heart leapt, and when I found the free session inside, I was beyond thrilled.<br />The session turned out to be exactly what I needed. Every word the Tarot reader said resonated with my heart, confirmed my thoughts, and dispelled my doubts. I felt uplifted and inspired, as if I had once again found the right path.😌<br />For the past year and a half, I’ve been trying to overcome stagnation on my Instagram. I’ve been drawing, posting Reels every day, and even though sometimes I felt exhausted and wanted to give up, I kept going. And finally, there’s been some progress. Followers have started coming in, though there haven’t been any sales yet. But I truly believe that everything will work out and my paintings will find their buyers once again.🥰<br />By the way, the party was wonderful. I was showered with compliments; people said I looked amazing in a black dress and black contacts 😈. It was lovely to catch up with everyone, chat, and have some tea.<br />Today, I decided to give myself a rest day. I slept in, had a leisurely breakfast, did some cleaning, started a load of laundry, and now I’m happily getting into a series.I’ve started watching „<em>From”</em>. Has anyone seen it? What do you think? If you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend it—it's cool!
November 3, 2024 - 14:25:11This Halloween marks my third one, and every time I find myself swept up in the spirit of the holiday unexpectedly and without much preparation.<br />👻 The first time, it happened when my friend called me literally a day before Halloween, suggesting we go to a party together. I had exactly 24 hours to create a costume. Back then, I was working as a receptionist at a tanning salon, so my colleague and I quickly threw together a nun costume out of whatever we could find during our lunch break. It was funny and a bit adventurous.<br />👻 The second time was here in Warsaw. My friend invited me to another party on October 30th. I remember the date well because we were the only ones in costumes that night 😅—we got the day wrong. I spent a long time debating my costume and first thought of going as a robber from Money Heist. I had an orange jumpsuit, a prop gun, and a mask. But at the last minute, I changed my mind and decided to go as a dead soldier. That night, I got a bit carried away with the drinks, and I still remember wandering the streets, “shooting” plastic bullets at passersby. Bouncers wouldn’t let me into clubs—they didn’t believe my gun was a toy 😅.<br />👻 This year, my friend and I are going to a party with our group of friends again. I had more time to prepare, but honestly, I didn’t have much enthusiasm for looking for a costume, so I’ll just go as a little devil. I’ll wear a long black dress, horns, black lenses—and I’ll pretty much be myself 😄 haha.<br />In Poland, on the night of November 1st, cemeteries across the city stay open. Hundreds of small lights glow, creating an almost mystical scene. Last year, I went to the cemetery near my house and felt a strange mix of emotions—the beauty and eeriness, the complete silence of the night, and the glow of countless candles. I might continue this tradition again this year.<br />Do you celebrate Halloween? Have you thought of your costumes yet?
October 31, 2024 - 12:30:34<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Why do I have a compress on my leg?</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Simple — yesterday, my long-time dream finally came true: I got the tattoo I’d been waiting for.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I booked the session two months ago, right after my birthday. And though I wanted it so much, I kept it a secret, as if afraid to jinx the idea itself. So many times, I almost got it done, but something always came up, holding me back. Now, after all the waiting, it’s finally happened.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I couldn’t be happier, and I want to thank everyone who contributed and helped make this dream a reality. You made my birthday truly special 🙏🏽🖤</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">About the Tattoo</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">It depicts Jorōgumo — a yokai from Japanese mythology. This creature takes the form of a beautiful woman, but her true nature is a giant spider. She uses her beauty to lure men in, only to reveal her terrifying form, weaving webs and trapping her prey. The legend of Jorōgumo is a reminder that appearances can be deceiving; she symbolizes the danger hidden behind charm and beauty.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Originally, I thought of getting a mask of a Buddhist deity — almost all my tattoos have some connection to mythology. The designs on my body reference Greek and Eastern myths, philosophy, and books. But my artist suggested Jorōgumo in a different placement — and I’ve never once regretted it.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">So, what do you think? How do you like the result?</span>
October 26, 2024 - 18:08:22<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Heeey! Will you spend the day with me?</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Yesterday, I turned on “do not disturb” mode on my phone and spent the entire day making a calendar for you ☺️</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Fuckup n1: I have an old computer, and it runs very slowly, plus my Photoshop kept crashing because my subscription expired. I decided to renew it for a month to finish the calendar without issues. I paid, but the subscription was never renewed 🥲</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Fuckup n2: Then I wanted to donate to an animal shelter after coming across a heartbreaking post, but I fell viсtim to scammers. I realized it only after the money had left my account 🫠</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Fuckup n3: I thought that was the worst part of my day, but later, after washing my winter jacket, I discovered it had been stained and torn in several places.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I almost cried, but I pulled myself together, sat down, took a deep breath 🧘🏼♀️ and accepted that I’d need to buy a new jacket, as it’s getting cold soon.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">In the end, yesterday cost me a lot—and all without even leaving the house 😁</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">So, my plan for today:</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I woke up early and had breakfast. I made scrambled eggs, cheese toast (I baked the bread myself, by the way), vegetables, and coffee.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Then I headed to The North Face store to try on some jacket and find one that suits me. The prices were astronomical 🥹 so I just noted the size and model and found the same jacket online in an outlet store. NEW! WITH TAGS! but FOUR TIMES cheaper! I consider it a reward from the universe for all my troubles yesterday 🙏🏽</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Afterward, I went to the cemetery near my house. I love that place. I was specifically waiting for the "golden autumn" to come so I could grab my camera and take some shots.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">For me, a walk with my camera is like switching my mind off for a while.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">After the walk, I visited my friend. We watched stupid YouTube shows, and I worked a little.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I handled everything I could do from my phone—making posts, replying to messages, and managing my social media.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Later, I headed home and took a short walk while listening to an audiobook. My goal today was to finish at least one chapter ✅</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Once home, I did the rest of my work: prepared invoices, paid taxes, and all those other boring tasks that adults have to do. I wrote a post and edited a video for you 🥰</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">That’s how most of my days go — working at my tablet. But three times a week, I also draw, create new collages, photograph them, upload them to various platforms, edited reels, study Polish with a tutor, read, and keep my house in order: cleaning, laundry, cooking, and so on.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My workday usually starts at 8 a.m. and ends around 9 or 10 p.m.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">this is how the day turned out ♥️</span>
October 24, 2024 - 20:26:26What positives can I take from my insomnia? <br /><br />For example, at 3 AM, I decided to make a hair mask I saw on TikTok 🫠<br />I've always had good hair. I was a total blonde for 11 years, but after my most recent dye job, my hair got seriously damaged. It’s become tangled, looks dry, and breaks easily.<br />I've been dreaming for a long time of doing a treatment called hair botox. But since my hair is very long, it costs, of course, an indecent amount. Around $200 😭<br />So at 3 AM, like any self-respecting woman 😅, I go to test out TikTok hair masks. And I can say that nothing really changed. My hair just became soft, as it does with any mask, really.<br />I found a recipe for a similar mask with added glycerin. I’ll try that next time. Maybe it’ll work 😁<br />What else would a woman be doing at 3 AM…
October 22, 2024 - 09:41:33<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Strange Night</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I have one not-so-good trait, at least I think so. I’m constantly promising someone something, whether it’s a meeting, help, a trip, etc. And I can never say no, even when it’s inconvenient for me.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I feel like I’m starting to lose my mind because of this. I spread my attention across too many unnecessary tasks at once, and it doesn’t fill me with any energy. I feel like I have the strength, but no energy to actually do things. I’ve been sleeping poorly, and for the second month, I’ve been suffering from periodic migraines.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">That’s the only explanation I can find for what happened last night.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I believe in mystical and strange phenomena — its happen to me quite often. Things like prophetic dreams, warnings, waking visions, and strange events that are hard to explain.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Last night, I came home after a long day, and everything seemed absolutely normal. I went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep — it felt like something was bothering me. I kept tossing and turning, and finally gave up, scrolling through TikTok until 2 a.m.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">When I finally started to fall asleep, I suddenly began to hear light footsteps in the apartment. At first, I thought it was just the neighbors or the cats, but the footsteps were getting closer, becoming more distinct, even though there was no one else in the apartment. I tensed up but tried to ignore it, convincing myself it was just my imagination.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">When I opened my eyes to make sure no one was in the room, I saw the mirror standing in the corner. It suddenly seemed to slightly tremble or reflect light—I’m not sure. I froze in terror and felt a presence in the room. It felt like someone was watching me.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I gathered my courage, peeked out from under the blanket, and looked at the mirror again. A faint mist appeared on its surface, like someone had just breathed on the glass. I saw a small inscription, as if written with a finger. It disappeared within a moment, and I didn’t have time to fully make out the words.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Do I even need to explain how terrified I was? This kind of sleep hallucination has happened to me four times in the past two months, and five times this year.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I have no idea what’s going on.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Has anything like this ever happened to you?</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">P.S. If you're interested, I can tell you about the other times this happened. Let me know!</span>
October 21, 2024 - 13:20:01Budapest part2 (DAY2) <br />The next day, I went to the cemetery.<br />Cemeteries have always held a special place in my heart. Not everyone understands or accepts my love for these places—at best, they are puzzled, and at worst, they judge. <br />But for me, a cemetery is not just a resting place for the departed; it is a space where the past and eternity mееt, where the material and spiritual intersect in harmony. Here, you can hear the silent language of stone, frozen stories conveyed through sculptures and gravestones.<br />First of all, cemeteries are strikingly beautiful. These half-forgotten monuments, covered in moss, with worn-out inscriptions, transport me to another time. Every sculpture is a moment frozen forever in stone. It is like a cry or whisper, no longer audible, but still visible. This is not just aesthetics—it is a testament to the fleeting nature of life, an attempt to preserve it in forms that, in the end, will also fade away.<br />Walking through old cemeteries is not just an aesthetic pleasure for me; it’s also a philosophical immersion. Among these graves, I can't help but reflect on the lives of those who found their final rest here. <br />Who were they? <br />What thoughts troubled them before sleep? <br />How did they laugh, and what did they dream about? <br />Each of their lives was unique, full of events, emotions, and experiences, and now all of that has dissolved in time, leaving behind only silent memories in the form of stone.<br />A strange fantasy often crosses my mind: I dream of having the ability to touch a grave or a photograph of a person and be transported to any day in their life, just to observe. Not to interfere or change the course of events, but to become a silent witness to how this person lived their day. To see their morning, hear their voice, understand what concerned them, and see what their world was like. Those fleeting moments that seem so insignificant in daily life would become priceless treasures for me.<br />Of course, being in a cemetery inevitably leads to thoughts about death. But, paradoxically, it is here that I begin to value life more. Dеаth frightens us with its inevitability and mystery. Each of us has wondered, at least once, what happens after the final breath. Do we disappear completely? Or, as religions claim, does the soul continue its journey, reincarnating or finding eternal peace? Perhaps the belief in an afterlife is our way of soothing our fear, preventing us from falling into the terror of the nothingness that may await us beyond the grave.<br />But does it really matter what happens afterward? Perhaps the most important thing is realizing that the time we have is fleeting and should be lived fully, without postponing anything. And as I walk among these monuments, I come to the realization that each day, each small moment, is already a priceless gift worth cherishing.
October 13, 2024 - 16:06:51<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Budapest, Part 1 (DAY 1) </span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">The plane landed smoothly at 9 AM, and I was eagerly anticipating the moment I could enjoy a cup of aromatic coffee on one of Budapest's central streets. I could already imagine myself sitting in a cozy café, watching the city’s morning hustle and bustle unfold on a sunny autumn day 🍂☀️</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">The owner of the apartment where I was staying asked me to contact her via WhatsApp to confirm my arrival. I immediately messaged her, saying that I was already in the city and ready to check in.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">To my surprise, her response was unexpectedly rude. I won’t go into detail, but her messages were so cold and curt that I was completely taken aback.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Not believing my eyes, I took screenshots and sent them to my friends to make sure I wasn’t going crazy. They all agreed: the apartment owner, whom I was paying for my stay, was being rude for no apparent reason.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">This situation threw me off balance and dampened my mood. I also started worrying that I might need to find new accommodation at the last minute, which is never easy and would likely cost much more.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">However, I decided not to dwell on what had already happened. Knowing I couldn't change the situation, I set out to explore the streets of Budapest and clear my mind.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Budapest… Words cannot do justice to the beauty of this city. It’s a true architectural masterpiece, and it’s absolutely worth your attention. I could hardly believe that this elegant metropolis, with its stunning variety of architectural styles, was once part of the Soviet Union.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">While I do have a fondness for Soviet architecture—there’s a certain charm to it, something familiar to the heart—I was born and raised in Minsk, Belarus, a city where the Soviet spirit still lingers. But Budapest, with its Gothic structures, neoclassicism, intricate stucco, and grand sculptures, didn’t fit into the Soviet imagery I was used to. Of course, St. Petersburg is also stunning in terms of architecture, but Budapest was something entirely unique and incomparable.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Every step in this city revealed new facets of its beauty. While I was busy taking another picture on my phone, marveling at the architectural wonders, I received a message from the apartment owner: the apartment was ready for check-in.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My unease hadn’t subsided after our unpleasant exchange. In person, she turned out to be quite friendly, but there was an air of insincerity about her. At first, I didn’t fully grasp what she meant when she asked me to cancel my booking on Booking.com and pay her in cash. A few hours later, it became clear: she was trying to avoid paying taxes.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">After examining her profile on the website, I noticed that most of her reviews seemed, at the very least, suspicious. They appeared to be either fabricated or left by acquaintances to boost her rating. A few negative reviews also mentioned that she had asked people to cancel their reservations and pay in cash.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I promptly contacted Booking.com support to report the situation.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">To be continued...</span>
October 11, 2024 - 11:53:10<span class="m-editor-fs__s">This morning, I woke up and felt that sense of anticipation for a trip. This feeling really gives me strength. It distracts me from anxious thoughts and fears about the future, my paintings, and my failures in general.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Can it be said that I’m trying to escape my problems this way? I don’t know. But my soul feels so good and warm, knowing that soon I’ll put on my backpack and go for a walk in a city where no one knows me. I’ll drink coffee, look at the streets and shop windows. I’ll pick up my camera again and take photos. And I just won’t think about all these problems ☀️🍄</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">After waking up, I went to the store to buy a bun for toast for breakfast. It’s Sunday today. There are hardly any people. Everyone has the day off, and nothing is open. I’ve already put on my scarf and autumn jacket. The anticipation of the upcoming trip reminds me of a long-forgotten feeling—loving with my eyes. I walk through familiar courtyards and only now notice how beautiful the street is, how empty, how quiet…</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Autumn in Warsaw is beautiful 🍂</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I don’t like cold weather, but I adore autumn. I watch how the seasons change, the cycle repeats every year. It means everything will be fine for me.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Everything will change, just as autumn follows summer, and then winter follows autumn. My paintings will find their people, and I won’t be so anxious. Or maybe I’ll start doing something else entirely? I don’t know. That will all come later, or maybe not. Today I feel inspired. And I decided to write it down immediately and leave it here.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I plan to spend the whole day painting and coming up with ideas for collages for the week. Right now, I’m working on a small collage for my friends, which I want to give them for the opening of their establishment. They are opening a small Japanese bar. I’ve already made a layout, and here’s what I’ve come up with.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">What do you think?</span>
October 6, 2024 - 10:19:20<span class="m-editor-fs__s">Eight years ago, I went to Hungary for the first time, to Budapest. It was one of the most fun and surprisingly budgеt-friendly trips of my life ☀️</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I really liked the city. It was very beautiful but also very dirtу. If I could describe it in one word, I would choose – CONTRAST.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">My best friend and I chose this city primarily because it was very chеap. The entire round trip, including aссommodation and food, cоst me just $130 🫠🤌🏼<br /></span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">That trip left a strong impression on me, especially because of a stunningly beautiful cemetery. I just love walking through cemeteries. They are always so peaceful (surprising, right? 😄) and very beautiful. I spеnd a lot of time reflecting on life there and somehow start to appreciate it more. This is very important for me, as I’m someone with sui**idаl tеndencies and a dеpressive inner world…</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">In Budapest, there is an incredibly beautiful and old cemetery called Kerepesi. It's one of the most beautiful I've seen in my life, and I've been to many places.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">To my great surprise, I also liked the people. At least the ones we mеt were very kind and friendly. My friend and I couldn't find our hostel for a long time, and we accidentally knocked on the wrong door and ended up in the apartment of a guy who was very stonеd and playing video games 😁 He just let us in and said, "Make yourselves at home," then continued playing.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">We connected to his Wi-Fi and were able to contact our hostel. When we were leaving, this kind guy offered us tea and a joint for the road 😅 It was funny.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">We walked a lot. I remember getting back to the hostel one evening, taking off my shoes, and seeing blооd running from my pinky toes, after walking 40 kilometers around Budapest.<br /></span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">We drаnk wine from babу bottles to stay warm and avoid being noticed by the police, sang songs, talked a lot, and dreamed about the future. It was one of the most heartfelt and emotionally warm trips of my life.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Now, I'm going there again. For the second time, I’ve chosen this destination because of the cost. The tickets from Warsaw cost me $20, and the room for the weekend is $30. Let's see what Budapest is like after eight years. I'm a completely different person now, spoiled by the views and nature of other countries. But I always remember that trip from eight years ago, and it fills me with warmth. Maybe I'll return and find a piece of that warmth for myself again 🤍</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">Have you been to Budapest?</span>
October 5, 2024 - 12:16:49Hi guys ♥️ I have an important question for you regarding calendars.<br /><br />I've been waiting for photos from a photographer for two years 🫠 which I wanted to use for a calendar, but this girl keeps making promises and don’t gives me the photos.<br /><br />I don't want to waste any more time hoping that it will eventually happen, so I believe I should act based on the current circumstances.<br /><br />So, I have a question for those who are interested in purchasing a calendar:<br />Would you prefer to see more homely photos? Or would you like photo from an SG set each month?"
October 3, 2024 - 08:34:13SEPTEMBER SELECTION<br />This September had the audacity to drain my entire social battery to zero 🥴<br />I’m an introvert to the core. I deeply value my freedom, solitude, and silence.September started with my best friend arriving in Warsaw after a year and a half break. Before she moved into her apartment, she stayed at my place for the night—with her husband, сhild, and dog. While I was happy to have her back, my cats were not thrilled to see the dog and the noisy little сhild.<br />Then came a trip to Milan, and Shameless came to stay with me too. After that, I spent four days at a house in Italy with a bunch of people and a terrible headache, if you remember 🥲<br />When I returned to Warsaw, my friend stayed with me for one night. He was just passing through Warsaw and needed somewhere to crash before an early flight.It’s good that I have an extra couch and can host guests. But let me remind you that my whole apartment is only 37 square meters 🥹😅<br />After that, two of my acquaintances unexpectedly passed through Warsaw and needed somewhere to stay. I gave my couch again.<br />A few days passed, my friends from another city came to stay with me for a week.<br />Just yesterday, I saw them off. I closed the door and sat in silence for about two hours. The apartment was a mess, and I felt completely drained.But it’s not about the people, it’s about me. I don’t enjoy socializing that much. So, I hope you understand my frequent absence here 😁Yesterday, after seeing everyone off, I turned off my phone and slept as long as I wanted today. I canceled all plans and declined all meetings.I took my time cleaning the house and allowed myself to do nothing today.Tomorrow, I’ll get back to work with renewed energy.<br />Plans for October: to make a calendar for you 🤍 Who wants it? 🥰
September 29, 2024 - 13:26:29today is so sad <br />i want pizza or french fries, watch a sad movie and hug 🥺😢
September 24, 2024 - 15:38:13<span class="m-editor-fs__s">The last warm days are outside, but I have absolutely no desire to leave the house.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">It seems like I’m about to set a new personal record.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">I’ve been spending a lot of time reflecting lately.<br />Thinking about what has changed over this summer? A lot, actually, except that I still haven’t quit smoking.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">But I like the smoke. Smoking is like lighting a small fire. But in reality, I’m burning myself, for the sake of nothing.</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">So far, no nervous breakdowns have occurred. I’m glad to notice that ideas for collages are slowly coming to me. For example, here's one of the latest ones I’ve been working on. I haven’t come up with a title for it yet. It was definitely inspired by Nietzsche’s "Übermensch," and the meaning was as follows:</span><br /><span class="m-editor-fs__s">The search of superhuman lasts as long as we can document our history and beyond. I’m my opinion the motive for it was fear. Fear of predators, nature and death in general. There was always the demand to be bigger, stronger, more durable. But lately, as humanity walked into ages of prosperity and world domination we tend to search for another qualities in superhumans. Intelligence, ability to calculate our deeds and others for the outcome we desire.</span><span class="m-editor-fs__s">But, the true nature of power lies in the fact that the intelligence is a dead end. And the fate of the universe is predetermined by the Big Bang itself and where this explosion launched the ambers that formed you and me</span>
September 19, 2024 - 12:28:20The day before my trip to Italy, I started having chest pain. There was no time to see a doctor, so I decided to wait and observe for a bit.<br /> <br /> During the whole trip, I had terrible pain and stabbing sensations in my right breast. Every touch of clothing or gust of wind caused me huge discomfort.<br /> <br /> When I got back to Warsaw, the next day I was standing in a store, and I suddenly had an intense pain attack. I got really scared and immediately called the clinic.<br /> <br /> They sent me to a mammologist. The doctor did an ultrasound and found that I have a cyst and mastitis (inflammation).<br /> <br /> They prescribed me a bunch of antibiotics 🥲. It’s been three days, and so far, there’s no significant improvement, maybe just a little bit better. I really hope it passes soon.<br /> <br /> Overall, I’m doing okay, as much as possible. The weather in Warsaw is already autumn-like. I barely leave the house and am finishing up some unfinished tasks. For example, I just completed another project – a collaboration. It’s a key holder in the Japanese style. By the way, it’s available for purchase if you’re interested. It would also make a great gift for those who love Japan or decorative items :)<br /> <br /> I’m also helping my friends with the decor for their bar. The opening is soon, and they asked me to help find little things like candles for the tables, lamps, etc. I’m really pleased that they trusted my taste and entrusted this to me. I’m beyond happy to contribute a little part of myself to something big. I also want to gift them one of my collages for the bar opening. I already have some ideas in my head, and I’ll definitely share them with you soon 🥰<br /> <br /> So, I’m spending time alone in the quiet of my home. Resting and being creative 🤍 <br /> <br /> How are you?
September 13, 2024 - 11:55:00Good morning! I'm finally home. Honestly, I've never wanted to return home as much as I did after this trip 🥲<br /> <br /> You've already heard about the first day (if not, scroll down to the previous post and read it).<br /> <br /> The next day, I woke up with a terrible headache.I had a migraine. My breakfast consisted of pil.ls and coffee. Nothing helped, and I had four shoots ahead of me.<br /> During breaks between shoots, I tried to rest, and a couple of times I even managed to fall asleep, but the headache wouldn’t go away. I had to reschedule one shoot for the next day because I could barely stand.<br /> <br /> The next morning, it happened again—the migraine persisted. To top it off, the weather was awful and overcast, and our set with Shameless, which we wanted to shoot in the bathroom with beautiful sunlight – was ruinеd!<br /> <br /> anyway we still did amazing set in bathroom 🥰.<br /> <br /> Yesterday, I woke up at 6 a.m. with a headache again and made my way to the center of Milan. I tried to visit the Cathedral where Leonardo da Vinci's fresco is located, but everything was closed on Monday :(<br /> Last year, I also missed it because all the tickets were sold out. I was really upset, but I hope I'll get lucky next time.<br /> <br /> Because of the headache, I couldn't complete the entire plan for the shoots, which also left me a bit disappointed.<br /> This trip was quite challenging, both physically and mentally. But there were still many positives like :<br /> - seeing hares in the forest on the first day. I adore animals and always get as excited as a сhild when I see them, especially in the wild. <br /> - I worked with amazing photographers and mеt other girls from SG Land. <br /> - I created a lot of content for the future and spent only €50 on this trip. I tried to be very economical, and I'm grateful to the guys for buying some food for everyone who stayed at the house. Of course, I got terribly tired of eating just toast and coffee 😁. But now I’m home and will try to get my diet back on track.<br /> <br /> I also kept meditating and sticking to my asceticism. I didn’t miss a single day ❤️. I'm really proud of myself.
September 10, 2024 - 09:44:45I'm in Italy! <br /> Guys, you have no idea what I went through today. Believe me, if you could understand my language, I would describe everything to you in the most vivid detail.<br /> <br /> Yesterday, Shameless flew to me in Warsaw. We woke up at 4 AM because we had an early flight. Shameless started vomiting early in the morning and I had a nosebleed. "Great start to the day," we thought.<br /> <br /> There were no taxis at 4 AM, so we decided to use car sharing. We were lucky to find a car parked near my house. <br /> In airport I could only park the car in a specially designated area, a specific parking lot. The system wouldn't allow me to lock the car anywhere else. But I just couldn’t find it. The navigator kept leading me in circles, and I was just wasting time.<br /> <br /> I started getting nervous because there were only 40 minutes left until the flight, and I still hadn’t checked in or gone through security—I was still in the fucking car.<br /> With 30 minutes left before the flight, my hands were shaking. I was asking people for help, talking to every parking security and just random people around, and finally, a kind taxi driver agreed to help me. <br /> We drove around together looking for the parking lot. By then, only 20 minutes were left until the flight. I was incredibly anxious and started crying.<br /> In the end, the taxi driver told me I needed to go down to the underground parking and search there. I went, but the system still wouldn’t let me end the rental at that location. <br /> I was so nervous, I thought I might faint. I got out of the car and started running around the different levels of the parking, trying to find the one designated for car sharing. <br /> <br /> Finally, I found it on the third level. <br /> I went back down and realized I had forgotten where I parked the car 🥲 I started running around again, searching for it. There were only 10 minutes left until the flight.<br /> <br /> With tears in my eyes and shaking hands, I found the car and started driving like crazy, flying into the turns like in Need for Speed. Ten minutes before the flight, I finally park this fucking car. 🥹<br /> I grabbed my backpack and sprinted toward the airport. <br /> I pushed through the crowd, tearfully apologizing as I ran toward to check in. And I made it!<br /> <br /> On the plane, I had about two hours to recover from the stress and calm down a bit. I thought all the difficulties were behind me.<br /> <br /> When we landed in Milan, we missed the bus to the city center and had to wait 40 minutes for the next one. To get to the house where the Shootfest was taking place, we had to take the metro for 9 stops from the center of Milan, then spend another 30 minutes on a train, about 35-40 minutes on a bus, and walk another 1.5 kilometers. <br /> <br /> Exhausted, drenched, out of energy, and carrying heavy bags, we finally sat on the last bus. But it turned out we were going in the wrong direction. 🫠 of course… <br /> <br /> We were so tired that instead of getting upset, we just started laughing hysterically. The driver dropped us off at the nearest stop and told us which stop we should head to. <br /> The next bus was supposed to arrive in 47 minutes. We decided not to waste time and walk.<br /> Of course, the navigator led us through the woods. It was just wonderful dragging a suitcase down a forest path filled with potholes, mud, and rocks. <br /> But we did see two rabbits 🥰<br /> <br /> After 8 hours of our road, we finally made it to the house and immediately started preparing for filming.<br /> <br /> It was an insanely difficult and long day. I hope that when you watch my sets from Italy, you’ll remember this story and give it a like to support me 🤍
September 6, 2024 - 17:52:28My trip to Italy is getting closer, but I still don’t feel excited about going. However, I try to believe that it will bring me great benefits in the future.<br /> <br /> The most challenging thing for me is probably coming up with looks for the photoshoot.<br /> <br /> I’m one of those people who live by necessity. I never buy things impulsively or without reason. I don’t have a habit of hoarding and always make purchases thoughtfully. I dream of fitting all my belongings into a single suitcase.<br /> <br /> This applies not only to clothing but to things in general. I don't like receiving useless gifts. I prefer something that will be useful to me and that I can cherish in my memory, like a massage, a tattoo, a certificate, a trip, or a course that teaches useful skills. I also try to give such gifts to others or always ask what they need because I understand that not everyone feels the same way about things as I do.<br /> <br /> Because of this, I have very few clothes and belongings in general. Almost all my sets feature my everyday clothing. In some cases, I might borrow a dress, heels, or other outfits from my friends or even my mom 😁, but I almost never buy anything specifically for photoshoots.<br /> <br /> I don't do cosplay (except for a couple of times when I just wanted to try something new) or wear bright makeup. I try to be who I really am. I love simplicity and sincerely believe that beauty lies within it. I appreciate naturalness, so I ask photographers to minimally edit my photos.<br /> <br /> For this trip, I’ve picked out a few looks. What do you think?<br /> <br /> P.S. The jumpsuit in the first video was indeed bought for the shoot because I really wanted it 🤍.
September 3, 2024 - 13:15:05Hello everyone 🤍<br /> Every Sunday, I dedicate an entire day to coming up with ideas for my future collages. I usually create around 3-4 collages so that every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I can make a new reels for Instagram.<br /> <br /> I look at the work of other artists, search for references, and draw inspiration from books. For example, one of my latest works was inspired by Orwell's Animal Farm. I reinterpreted it in my own way.<br /> <br /> My current anxiety is heavily affecting my creativity, and I just can’t come up with anything. More precisely, I have plenty of ideas, but they don’t translate onto the canvas and remain just ideas. Some of them are destined to stay forever as notes on my phone.<br /> <br /> I thought I needed to take my mind off things. Right now, I'm working on two projects simultaneously. Both will be collaborations with my talented friend who makes Japanese masks.<br /> <br /> He generously donated some slightly defective masks to me 😂 and in return, I'll try to give them a second life. <br /> For instance, one of the works I’m currently working on is an icon mixed with Japanese and Orthodox religion. The mask has a broken horn, but that’s not a problem—I immediately came up with a way to apply it.<br /> <br /> I want to point out right away that I don’t intend to offend anyone's feelings. All the characters are fictional and serve merely to convey a message and idea.<br /> <br /> The idea is about sin and blasphemy among those who are supposed to lead others on the path of faith—clergy and believers.<br /> In today's world, where the boundaries of what is acceptable are increasingly blurred, such people—hypocritical and insincere—are often encountered. When someone clad in priestly garments is involved in sinful deeds, be it corruption, abuse of power, lust, or greed, it can lead to a deep spiritual crisis for those who trust them. <br /> Unfortunately, this is a fairly common occurrence in the modern world. The church has long since become a political tool.<br /> <br /> I am not a believer in the conventional sense of the word, but I respect everyone's choice. I believe it's important to keep your faith in your heart and be kind and compassionate no matter what. <br /> <br /> Can you honestly answer the question, "Are you a good person?"
August 31, 2024 - 11:21:07Hi guys!<br /> Finally, I’m writing this post to let you know that from September 6-9, I’m going to Italy for the SuicideGirls shootfest, where I was invited by photographers Minuminula and Andrea.<br /> <br /> So, you can expect a lot of new sets soon. <br /> But I can’t fully rejoice in this wonderful opportunity to work with such amazing photographers because this trip is coming at a really bad time for me. I booked the spot several months ago and can’t back out now.<br /> <br /> I’ll be honest with you, my situation is not very good; in fact, I’d say it’s bad. I’m incredibly ashamed to admit this, but it’s true. Right now, this site is my only source of income. Of course, I don’t earn as much as other models because I don’t make p*rn content, and people are not interested in that. <br /> I’m really trying hard to create content for you, even though it’s very difficult for me right now. I’m literally fоrcing myself. So, I truly appreciate your help. I’m incredibly grateful that you’re here with me 🥹🙏🏽❤️<br /> <br /> My paintings aren’t selling at all right now. As an artist, this deeply upsets me. I feel insignificant and useless.<br /> <br /> Today, I decided to offer big discounts on some of my works on my Instagram profile. I’ll share them here as well, in case any of you find something you like, and one of these pieces will find its way to loving hands and a new home 🤍<br /> <br /> Once again, thank you so much for your support, your kind words, and for being here. Hugs.
August 28, 2024 - 19:00:50I haven't gone outside for 4 days. <br /> I really want to go to the sea. I just want to sit and look at the water and put my hand in the sand. <br /> <br /> I imagine that I'm sick and lying in bed. When I go outside, I'll definitely go to my favorite coffee shop for a bun and a cappuccino. <br /> But definitely not now. <br /> Today I tried to draw, nothing came of it. <br /> I still continue to meditate and do squats. I don't eat fast food, although I really want to. Right now I'm in such a mood that I don't have the strength to cook. And I'm so sad that it seems that if I eat French fries or a burger, or a slice of pizza, I'll definitely feel better. <br /> <br /> I take a deep breath and exhale. I tell myself that this is just weakness. I need to pull myself together and with super effort simply make a choice towards a firm "no". <br /> <br /> I remind myself that my condition is also weakness. It will pass. After all, this has happened many times before. When I lose faith in my own strength, and my inner voice whispers that it is better to give up, I try to remember that difficulties temper the soul, making it stronger.<br /> <br /> But deep in my heart there is a small flame of hope that leads me forward. Sometimes it seems to me that it will soon go out. What if I fail next time?<br /> <br /> This path to the light through the darkness of doubts and difficulties is not just a test, it is a transformation that makes us truly free and able to see the light even in the darkest corners of our souls.<br /> <br /> I don’t know how long I can last. I don’t know if it will work this time. How and when will it all end?<br /> <br /> This is how I feel, what about you?
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