I am a Ukrainian.
Over the past four years, the word WOMAN has come to mean something deeper to me — courage, resilience, love, and unwavering support.
First and foremost, I think of the women in my family: my mother, my aunt, my grandmothers… Lately, I often find myself thinking about my great-grandmothers, whose lives were marked by war, revolution, Holodomor, and Stalinist repression. Back then, no one spoke of depression, burnout, or well-being — and yet, they endured. They survived. They passed on not only life, but strength and dignity.
I’ve also been incredibly lucky to have true friends — women I’ve known since school. Even though we now live in different countries, their love and support are always with me.













