I don’t know about other people, but for me meaning is extremely important, vital even, I would say. And I don’t know how it is that lately (for months now), I’ve been experiencing more and more often and more acutely a lack of meaning in my life. Could it be the mid-life crisis? Possibly. And…

Some days it feels like everything is stubbornly against you. It’s as if the whole Universe has agreed to give you a hard time and sometimes test you beyond the limits of the imaginable. And all you can do is grit your teeth and go through it like a trial by fire. Remembering that this…

I used to write quite often. The words flowed out of me and through me, bringing me an indescribable joy and fulfillment that cannot be put into words. I used to let the waves of creation carry me on gentle arms to magical realms. Not so much anymore. Why not? I couldn’t say very clearly….

I feel vulnerable. On display like a museum, with all my fears, insecurities and imperfections. With everything that’s wrong with me. I feel like a pray in a gunfight. With nothing to protect me between me and the trophy-hungry hunter, nowhere to hide. From the world. From me. I feel like an open, festering wound,…

“May I ask how old you are?” “Yeah, sure, I just turned 41.” “Oh, but you don’t look it at all! You look much younger! I think it’s more important how someone feels than how old they are in their ID card.” But let me start with the beginning. It was a dreary Monday. Fog,…

All my life I felt and acted like a little girl. Even though I just turned 41. In a very strange way, the little girl in me made me feel safe among other people, especially in the company of men. Because, you know, who would even think of hurting a child who is also cute…