The time in-between the collapse of an old world and the birth of a new one is where our true character is forged. In the quiet, reflective spaces of my life in France, I navigated five long years of silence and uncertainty. This phase was more than just waiting. It was a profound internal architecture for a soul learning to exist without the usual markers of success or stability. Understanding the time in-between helps me process how the deepest tectonic shifts eventually lead to a stable, Malachite peace. As a highly sensitive person, I now see those five years as a necessary sediment for my current strength. Within these transitional intervals, the spirit finally finds its authentic rhythm. We move from the shadows of struggle to the clarity of living fully. By waiting, we reclaim our radiant, enduring strength.
Vrijeme između
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Bila sam nježna i naivna, zaljubljena bez granica, vjerovala sam ljudima i riječima koje još nisu znale što znači povjerenje. Voljela sam snažno, ostajala kad su drugi odlazili, osjećala bol koja je ponekad bila više od mene same. Pisala sam pjesme da bih razumjela svijet i sebe, da bih čuvala svoje srce kroz neizvjesnost i gubitke.
A onda je došlo vrijeme između — pet godina u kojima ništa nije bilo sigurno. Pet godina bolne samoće, tišine koja je nekad pritiskala, a nekad iscjeljivala. Vjeru sam lomila i opet obnavljala. Svjesno sam birala svaki svoj korak, svaku odluku, svaku meditaciju koja me vodila prema boljem sutra. Svaka želja za životom bila je čin hrabrosti, jer se nije znalo hoće li sutra doći.
Tijekom tog puta pronašla sam prave ljude. Nisu mi popovali, nisu mi govorili što trebam raditi. Pustili su me da dišem, da odlučujem sama. Bili su uz mene, ali bez svojih problema ispred mene. Pozitivni, veseli, hrabri. Prošla sam kroz sve, izranjala iz tame, i sve što je ostalo sada je ožiljak… i mir.
Ne govorim više o prošlosti.
Stojim. Jaka. Živa.
Sada sam mirna, sretna i zaljubljena.
Pišem o ljepoti ljubavi i prirode,
jer sam naučila da istinska snaga ne dolazi iz boli koju sam preživjela,
nego iz života koji sam odlučila živjeti punim srcem.
Stojim. Jaka. Živa.
Sada sam mirna, sretna i zaljubljena.
Pišem o ljepoti ljubavi i prirode,
jer sam naučila da istinska snaga ne dolazi iz boli koju sam preživjela,
nego iz života koji sam odlučila živjeti punim srcem.
Le temps entre-deux
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J’étais tendre et naïve, amoureuse sans limites, je croyais aux gens et aux mots qui ne savaient pas encore ce que signifie la confiance. J’aimais fort, je restais quand les autres partaient, je ressentais une douleur qui était parfois plus grande que moi. J’écrivais des poèmes pour comprendre le monde et moi-même, pour garder mon cœur à travers l’incertitude et les pertes.
Et puis est venu le temps entre-deux — cinq ans où rien n’était sûr. Cinq ans de solitude douloureuse, de silence qui parfois pesait, et parfois guérissait. Je brisais ma foi et la renouvelais. Je choisissais consciemment chaque pas, chaque décision, chaque méditation qui me menait vers un lendemain meilleur. Chaque désir de vivre était un acte de courage, car on ne savait pas si demain viendrait.
Au cours de ce chemin, j’ai trouvé les bonnes personnes. Ils ne me faisaient pas la morale, ne me disaient pas quoi faire. Ils m’ont laissée respirer, décider seule. Ils étaient avec moi, mais sans leurs problèmes devant moi. Positifs, joyeux, courageux. J’ai tout traversé, j’ai émergé des ténèbres, et tout ce qui reste maintenant est une cicatrice… et la paix.
Je ne parle plus du passé.
Je suis debout. Forte. Vivante.
Maintenant je suis calme, heureuse et amoureuse.
J’écris sur la beauté de l’amour et de la nature,
car j’ai appris que la vraie force ne vient pas de la douleur que j’ai survécue,
mais de la vie que j’ai décidé de vivre pleinement.
Je suis debout. Forte. Vivante.
Maintenant je suis calme, heureuse et amoureuse.
J’écris sur la beauté de l’amour et de la nature,
car j’ai appris que la vraie force ne vient pas de la douleur que j’ai survécue,
mais de la vie que j’ai décidé de vivre pleinement.
The Time In-Between
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I was gentle and naive, in love without boundaries, believing in people and words that didn’t yet know what trust meant. I loved strongly, stayed when others left, felt pain that was sometimes bigger than myself. I wrote poems to understand the world and myself, to keep my heart through uncertainty and losses.
And then came the time in-between — five years where nothing was certain. Five years of painful solitude, silence that sometimes oppressed and sometimes healed. I broke my faith and renewed it again. I consciously chose every step, every decision, every meditation that led me to a better tomorrow. Every desire for life was an act of courage, because it wasn’t known if tomorrow would come.
Along that path, I found the right people. They didn’t preach to me, didn’t tell me what to do. They let me breathe, decide for myself. They were with me, but without their problems in front of me. Positive, cheerful, brave. I went through everything, emerged from the darkness, and all that remains now is a scar… and peace.
I no longer speak of the past.
I stand. Strong. Alive.
Now I am calm, happy, and in love.
I write about the beauty of love and nature,
because I learned that true strength does not come from the pain I survived,
but from the life I decided to live with a full heart.
I stand. Strong. Alive.
Now I am calm, happy, and in love.
I write about the beauty of love and nature,
because I learned that true strength does not come from the pain I survived,
but from the life I decided to live with a full heart.