What was the difference between me and them? (I mean the people with courage to fill the whiteness of the screen) without – or again despite – questioning their eligibility to have their say. I asked myself that often in my dark, sometimes self-pity indulged moments.

The Aim

I often wonder, in the middle of the night sometimes, about what it is that I want. What makes me…


Something went wrong. The me I once knew disappeared almost over night, leaving me with this jobless, hormonal, disorientated, constantly crying woman that I frankly couldn’t stand.


    This little episode happened a few days ago, and I wanted to share it straight away, but by…


  Change, no actually, the undeniable desire to change, made its first move by building pressure in my chest that…