Life with Nena

 When I realized that my most-read blog post was the one about sexual assault, I felt a strange mix of emotions. I was glad that people cared enough to read and engage, but also deeply unsettled by the fact that this had to be the topic that got the most attention. In an ideal world, we wouldn’t still need to talk about sexual violence. We’d be living in a reality where these crimes are rare, not common. But the fact is, we are not there. We live in a world where rapists and pedophiles walk freely, often protected more than their victims. What horrified me even more was something I saw during a public debate. A grown man, from a so-called progressive Western society, asked another speaker to prove why sexual assault is wrong. Yes, he actually asked that. I remember going completely silent, overwhelmed by a wave of anger and disbelief. How can someone even ask that? How is it possible that in 2025, we’re still having to explain this? Victims are constantly asked: Why didn’t you fig...

 Let’s talk about something I’ve been reflecting on a lot lately: schedules, to-do lists, productivity systems, all those things we’re told will help us “take control of our life.” I’ve met people who organize their days down to the minute, every task color-coded, every hour accounted for, and still, somehow, they don’t get to the thing that actually matters to them. And then, on the other side, there are people who float through the day without writing down a single task, and yet they manage to accomplish everything they set their mind to. It’s weird, right? I’m probably closer to that second group. I’ve had those days where I wrote out a perfect plan, and then just one unexpected thing was enough to throw the entire structure off. That’s the problem with rigid systems: life isn’t rigid. It’s unpredictable, it breathes, it moves, and no matter how good your plan is, you have to move with it. Personally, I don’t really write out to-do lists anymore. I kind of organize my day in my ...

Ola amigo :)   You know that feeling when you’ve had a dream for years? Not something you think about every single day, but something quietly living inside you, patiently waiting, never fading. It’s just there, like a whisper of hope, until one day, it finally becomes real. People often say, “Good things come to those who wait.” And honestly, you might not believe that, not until you find yourself in the very moment you’ve been dreaming about for so long. For me, that dream was Greece. It may sound simple to some, just another country. But for me, it was the dream. A place that lived in my imagination for more than seven years. Can you imagine carrying that excitement for so long? The night before leaving, I couldn’t sleep — the kind of sleepless joy only a child feels before Christmas. And then… waking up at the Greek border, with the first light of morning sun pouring in… it’s almost impossible to describe that feeling. That exact second when you realize: this is it. It’s happeni...

How are you?   Now that I’ve written a bit about all the main topics constantly spinning around in my brain like a broken record, it’s starting to look like a puzzle coming together. To be honest, I feel a bit… empty. Like I’m doing everything and finishing nothing. Yep. That’s exactly it. And no, I'm not writing this to get sympathy from anyone. I just want to share it. To put it out there. I know how to be a workaholic. Trust me, I live in that 80% zone. The other 20%? That’s reserved for complete, unapologetic laziness. And guess what, I’ve finally learned, the hard way of course, that when your body and mind are screaming for rest, you have to listen. You either rest or you break. No in-between. So this post… it’s about everything and nothing. Or maybe it is something. We’ll see. People are often surprised or disappointed by how others behave. But you know what? I’ve stopped expecting anything from anyone. At all. Somewhere along the way, people became so hollow, so detached ...

 Your body, your choice, your voice This post has lived in me from the very beginning. I always knew I wanted to use my words to create something more than just content. I wanted to build a space where people feel seen, comforted, and less alone. A space that offers hope, even in the darkest moments. That’s why I write: to give strength, to share pain that’s often too heavy to carry alone, and to remind someone out there you matter. And when it comes to sexual assault, one of the most painful, personal, and silenced topics, this message feels more important than ever. Sexual assault doesn’t just mean rape. It includes every unwanted touch, no matter how “minor” someone tries to make it sound. It’s manipulation. Coercion. It’s when someone uses guilt or love as a weapon to make you do things you never agreed to. It’s threats. It’s pressure. It’s that dirty look. That vulgar comment. That hand that lingers too long. It's doing something you didn’t want to do just so you wouldn’t lose...

 Born with a Gift, Burdened with a Purpose “What's my talent?” – a question that sounds simple, yet echoes through our lives with the weight of purpose, identity, and potential. Talent is a relative term, yet undeniably real. Some people are born with such clear direction that it almost feels like their talent found them before they could even form words. Think of Mozart, composing at the age of five. It’s as if certain individuals are gently pulled by something deep inside, a quiet force that urges them toward their gift. These are the rare ones, the ones whose passion speaks so loudly that it becomes impossible to ignore. But for the rest of us, talent often feels like something hidden in the fog, something that only reveals itself after we’ve walked blindly for miles. Most people discover what they’re good at later, as their mind and personality mature, as life challenges them, inspires them, and stretches their limits. Our environments matter deeply. A child could be an extraor...