As a doctor, I often notice: our body is not just a vessel. It is a sensitive instrument that picks up worries, longing, joy and love. Your back hurts — and the reason is the weight that you carry in your soul. Your chest is pressing — maybe you haven’t said what’s in your heart for a long time.
Men rarely talk about feelings. But believe me, their bodies speak for them.
And do you know how to listen to yourself... for real?

I believe love is not just about butterflies or passion — it's about depth, presence, and choice.
Love is when you see a person — their light, their shadows, their dreams — and still choose them every day.
I’m a woman who values honesty, touch, warmth, and soulful connection. I know what it means to be loyal, supportive, and emotionally present — and I long for the same.
I don’t play games. I crave something real — deep conversations, shared laughter, mutual respect, and tenderness that speaks l...

There is too much talk about love. About the kind where everything is easy, like in advertising, and passionate, like in a TV series. But real love is not like that. It is not always beautiful. And it is almost never convenient.

Love is not when they tell you that you are beautiful. It is when they see you without makeup, tired, in a breakdown - and do not leave. Do not get scared. Do not close themselves off. But stay. Nearby. Silently. Just there.

As a doctor, I often see how love manifests ...

Working in an ambulance is not just a profession, it is a way to survive inside yourself. When you look pain, fear, and loss in the eye every day, you either break or gather yourself from the fragments to rise again. I chose the latter. Not out of heroism. But because there is no other way.

I learned not to show when I am scared. I learned to restrain the trembling in my fingers when I stitch up a wound to the sounds of explosions. I learned to smile at a person knowing that he has almost no ch...