Reconnecting with my soul.     

(ONGOING PROJECT)

This project is my personal story.


When I was ten years old, my parents divorced.

My mother took the separation very hard. A few times, she attempted to take her own life. Each time, I was the one who found her — though I didn’t fully understand what was happening back then. Looking back now, I realize that, without knowing it, I may have saved her life. I was just a child, but perhaps I was meant to be her guardian in those moments. These experiences left a deep and lasting imprint on me.


I married young, and over time, that marriage became a kind of cage. After our divorce, I left the country — as if chasing after happiness that always seemed just out of reach.


In my new marriage, I finally felt hope again. I had everything I had once dreamed of. But that peace didn’t last long: I was diagnosed with cancer. What followed was a kind of living hell.


Just as I was beginning to recover, my mother passed away. Not long after, I lost my husband too. One loss followed another, and it felt as if it would never end.


But somewhere in those dark years, something within me shifted. I kept returning to myself, asking: Where did I lose my way? What had I done wrong? Why did life take me here — to this place of pain, illness, and grief? I wasn't searching for guilt. I was searching for meaning, for understanding, for a path forward.


One way or another, everything I went through gave me a chance to meet myself — perhaps for the first time. I began to understand who I truly am, what I’m capable of, and what really matters to me. My values changed. My way of seeing the world changed.


Nature played a profound role in that transformation. It became a place of silence and healing, of grounding and truth. I would go into the forest, sit quietly, and feel myself coming back together. In those moments,

I wasn’t lost.

I was returning — to stillness, to strength, to myself.

People say that in this world, no two destinies are the same, and that every life story is unique. 

There was a man who had been born in a small house on the edge of a forest. 
In his childhood, his life was light and carefree. 
Dreams came easily, and ideas swirled in his mind, making him feel that ahead of him lay an endless space for discoveries. 
It would not always be like that.
Over time, the lightness faded away, and carefreeness gave way to questions, worries, and hard realities. 
At times, his path became narrow and winding. Sometimes it even disappeared into thick fog... and chaos followed.
 The world was crumbling before his eyes, and the ground seemed to slip from beneath his feet. He clung to everything he could, desperately trying to hold on and keep his balance. 
Gripped by fear and disappointment, he hid in his shell. 
He closed himself off—not only from the world but from himself as well. Days turned into years, and he lived in his little refuge, afraid to step outside. 
A lot of time had passed since then... 
One morning, however, he went back into the forest that stretched beside his house.
 It was the same place, the same paths he had walked countless times. He walked forward automatically, as he had always done, and didn't even notice when he found himself among the trees. 
After taking a few more steps, he suddenly stopped.
 Something stirred inside him... 
It all happened so suddenly that he couldn't understand what had come over him.
What invisible forces had made him freeze in this place? He began to listen carefully.
 The wind whispered in the treetops. High in the sky, birds soared. Just recently, it had rained, and water droplets which had remained on the tree leaves began to gently roll down and fall, splashing on his forehead with every gust of wind. 
He closed his eyes and ran his hands over his face, as if washing it with the morning freshness. The man raised his head. Through the branches, sunlight was streaming, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to feel its warmth.
— What is this?
Am I dreaming?
— He whispered.
He looked around and couldn't believe his eyes. It was the same forest, but the trees had grown, their thick leaves swayed gently in the sunlight. Raindrops shimmered and sparkled in the sunshine like precious stones. It felt like a miracle. 
Why hadn't he noticed this before?
 Why, walking through this forest over and over again, had he forgotten that these sights existed?
 The forest had always been there. Deep inside, the man felt regret and disappointment for all those years he had been in oblivion, feeling nothing but pain. He took a deep breath and looked up again…
The clouds were slowly drifting across the sky, taking the most whimsical shapes.
The man smiled—and for the first time in a long while, he felt that smile deep in his heart.
From that moment on, nature became his friend and mentor, source of meditation. In its silence, he found peace. The trees taught him resilience—after all, they survive storms but always reach for the light.
 The birds taught him lightness and how to find the way home. The water taught him flexibility and how to gently navigate obstacles, never stopping.
Thus, the man continued his journey, but now not in search of something distant, but in search of a deep connection with what was right beside him.
Nature had always been his companion, and together with it, he walked through life, discovering new horizons of joy and peace, realizing that every moment is a miracle.