I continue my story — the story of a Ukrainian woman who became an internally displaced person in her own country. After 2014, we stayed in a small town and for some time lived a happy life. We recovered. We got back on our feet. A small house gradually turned into a solid, comfortable home. We expanded it, investing our strength, time, and soul into it. It became our home again. We had a small family business — it felt like life was finally coming together. I gave birth to my second child, and there was a sense that we were finally living, not just surviving. I often wrote here about this place. It was Svytohirsk — a small, cozy, calm, and quiet town. My place of strength. I loved it deeply, and I miss it very much. That was our life until 2022, when Russia launched its full-scale invasion. First they moved toward Kyiv, then in other directions. We managed to stay there for about another month. It was honestly terrifying. The town emptied out and became dark and gloomy. War was literally hanging in the air. Svyatohirsk is located close to the so-called “LNR” and “DNR,” and the offensive began from there. We evacuated. First, we moved to Khmelnytskyi. We lived there for about two years, but the city never became home for us — we didn’t take root. So we decided: if we have to start life again, let it be in the capital. As for Svyatohirsk. The town was occupied by Russian troops. Our home was completely looted. Completely. Only the walls remained. Later, Ukrainian forces liberated the town, but honestly, almost nothing remains there except ruins. It was a wonderful place with clean air, forests, and silence. Now the trees are burned, and the land is mined. Even if the war ends, returning there to live will likely be impossible for decades. It is simply too dangerous. That is how I lost my home for the second time.. To be continued