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The moments when you stop recognizing yourself

  One day I woke up and felt different. I could not say why — it was just a feeling living somewhere inside me. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was me, a tired version, but still me. Yet something within me did not feel the same. Something had changed, and I could almost see how this other person was trying to get out and live my life. I told myself it was just a period and it would pass. I thought that once I took a break, I would return to myself again. But weeks later there was still no time to rest. And slowly, the other person began living my life. This person was nervous, anxious, and a bit mean. Unsatisfied, raising his voice, reacting with negativity. Impatient, not particularly kind, tolerating nothing and no one. Patience simply did not exist for him. I did not want him there, but I did not have the strength to fight him. The exhaustion was too big. Inside, I felt confused, disgusted, and ashamed of my actions. I felt lonely and misunders...
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Mothers on the run for a quick drink

 

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I’m back in my hometown. Ever since we rented out the apartment we used to live in, our visits have felt so much calmer. We hadn’t planned to return to Sofia — we’ve been swamped with work, cleaning the new house we bought, and figuring out how to renovate it. But this trip had a very special reason… I’ll share more about it soon on the blog.

One of my closest friends for the past 26 years — and also my child’s pediatrician — Bori, lives here. We finally found a bit of free time to spend together. As mothers, we’re always rushing somewhere, never really having time for ourselves. But sometimes, miracles happen — and this time, we managed to align our schedules and meet almost every day, even if just for an hour.

It may not sound like much, but believe me, for a mother, a free hour feels like three weeks! The real magic happened when we went out without the kids and enjoyed a cocktail while strolling through the neighborhood. It was only around 5 p.m., but we felt like celebrating this small, glorious accomplishment! I’m sure every mother out there understands — so ladies, raise your next glass for us!

I’m so happy we caught up on all the latest news and events in each other’s lives. Our friendship means the world to me — we’ve stood by each other through both the highs and the lows. Even now, living 250 km apart, we find ways to stay connected and support one another. I hope she’ll come visit once the house is finished, and that we’ll have even more time to spend together.


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