I remember February 24, 2022 ❤️🩹 like everyone else, but if I am honest, my life was divided into “before” and “after” much earlier.
For me, the war began when Crimea was taken, when unrest started in Luhansk and Donetsk, when the so called “russian spring” changed everything
2014…
I still see that picture clearly. I am standing in my kitchen in Luhansk, looking out the window and hearing planes flying overhead. Inside there is a wild, almost animal fear that there will be a war 💔
Back then it was not as massive as in 2022, but I already felt that the old world had cracked and would never be the same again.
And in 2022 that wave hit me again…
The same wild fear
The same uncertainty
You do not know where to run or what to do. And you have two children. My life, like the lives of millions of Ukrainians, was turned upside down. In someone’s eyes maybe we became stronger, but at a price no one would ever choose willingly. And stronger. Am I? I do not know. This is very hard to survive. I do not know how it will echo in my mind years from now.
The most important thing is that we are alive. That is what I keep repeating to myself. Despite everything we have gone through this and we are still going through it. But we were not broken.
Slava Ukraine 🇺🇦
