Life with Nena

 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...

 Movement as Medicine In my opinion, the most powerful ways to express ourselves are through art, language, and of course, the body. This time, I want to talk about something I’ve never really explored before: dance and body language as forms of self-expression. I was never seriously into dancing until this year, although I’ve always found it beautiful and captivating. Recently, I started exploring different dance styles, mainly Latin dances like bachata and salsa, and later on, belly dance. Besides being an amazing cardio workout, dancing has become a way for me to release stress and let go of negativity. I’m still just a beginner, maybe even below average. Maybe I lack rhythm, or maybe it’s something else, but I keep trying. And little by little, it’s getting better, and I’m starting to enjoy it more. I’ve stopped focusing on whether I’m doing it perfectly and started focusing on how it makes me feel. Take salsa, for example. It’s such an impulsive, high-energy dance. It’s imposs...

 Thriving Where Others Freeze I’ve talked before on my blog about being a workaholic. It’s just how I’m wired. While that word sometimes carries a negative connotation, for me, it’s simply a reflection of how I function best: in motion, under pressure, and surrounded by chaos. Now, I know that not everyone is built this way, and that’s completely okay. Some people simply don’t thrive under pressure, and I genuinely believe it’s not something they can change. As I like to say, they’re just not "coded" for that kind of environment, and there’s no shame in that. It’s important to understand and respect how differently we all respond to stress and responsibility. But then, there are the rare few who seem like they were born ready for chaos. I can spot them instantly. Throw them into a whirlwind with no clear exit, and they somehow manage to handle it all calmly, without yelling, without panic. Just action. I find that energy incredibly powerful and familiar. As for me, I’ve notic...

 The Beauty of Unread Pages There’s something sacred about writing when you know no one will ever read it. That kind of writing, raw, chaotic, unapologetically emotional, is often the purest version of yourself you’ll ever meet. So often, writing becomes the only way I can let go of everything that’s been weighing me down. The overthinking, the sleepless nights, the storms inside me that have no name. Sometimes, I wake up in the early hours of the morning, shaken from a dream I don’t even fully remember, and words just pour out. I don’t plan them. I don’t even think. It’s as if the emotions take over and guide my hand. And the strange thing is, it always feels the most powerful when I assume that no one will ever read what I’m writing. There’s a freedom in that. A complete lack of fear. No pressure to sound clever. No need to impress. It’s like flying fast and recklessly in one direction without thinking about how hard the landing will be. There’s no audience. No judgment. Just me,...

 The Infinite Garden of Knowledge Learning is one of the most immeasurable, powerful, and beautiful aspects of being human. But before I go deeper into why I love it, let’s clear one thing up: learning is not the same as studying. We've all been there, sitting in classrooms, forced to memorize endless facts and theories, many of which we may never use in our daily lives or careers. That’s studying, not learning in its true, soul-touching form. This isn’t meant to disrespect formal education. Foundational knowledge is essential. But I deeply believe that, alongside general subjects, children, and all of us, should be encouraged to follow curiosity. To dive into what fascinates us. Instead of being overwhelmed with information, we should be shown how to think, feel, and explore. Because real learning isn’t just about the brain, it’s about the soul. How many times have you heard someone say: “I hate studying,” ? Sadly, too often. And yet, how many times have you found yourself wishing...

  Timeless Messages There is something truly magical about receiving postcards and letters from across the world. Each piece of paper carries not only words but fragments of time, history, and emotions, unfolding stories that teach us valuable lessons about patience, waiting, and the passage of time. From a delicate postcard depicting an 18th-century bridge in China, revealing the unique architectural heritage and mentioning influential figures like Mao Zedong, to a heartfelt letter from a loved one reminding me that “life is full of ups and downs” and that seeing the world helps us realize we are never truly alone, every message carries its own weight and wisdom. A kind Norwegian lady sent me over ten postcards from the last century, some dating as far back as 1915. The handwriting itself feels like a portal to a different era, where untold love stories, untouched cultures, and forgotten garments come alive, teaching me the beauty of enduring connections despite the relentless flo...