Personal stories

  • Οι ενοχές που μένουν μετά την απώλεια

    The Guilt That Remains After the Loss

    What Doesn't Fade With Time There are feelings that stay inside us for a long time and we can hardly move past them. Feelings that return again and again, even as time goes by. One of them is guilt. The guilt that is often born when you try with all your might for something and ultimately...

  • Όταν πρέπει να πάρεις αποφάσεις για τη ζωή του παιδιού σου

    When you have to make decisions about your child’s life

    Choices and the weight of decision. At the beginning of my pregnancy, as I describe in "When the Miracle Hurts," we were presented with three choices: The first was the termination of the pregnancy. The second involved an intrauterine surgery with an uncertain outcome. The third was to continue, knowing the risks and difficulties that would follow. I couldn't imagine that..

  • Η δύναμη των αγνώστων

    The power of strange people

    The people who stood by us, without even knowing us. There are moments when the word humanity ceases to be just a concept and becomes an action. And during this difficult journey, it is impossible to forget some people who stood by us as if they had known us for years. As if they were already there, before we even needed them. When it all started..

  • Η εμπειρία της αποβολής: μια σιωπηλή απώλεια

    The experience of miscarriage: A silent loss

    A joy that didn't have time to blossom. After everything I had experienced, and after "When the Miracle Hurts", I felt like I timidly began to find my way again. Not to forget, but to breathe. To stand a little more steadily. And then the news came again that makes the heart beat..

  • Ενδομητρίωση και μητρότητα: Η αρχή της διαδρομής μου

    Endometriosis and motherhood: The beginning of my journey

    🌿 Before Everything. How much effort does it take, I wonder, to become a mommy? Back then, I thought it was something simple. I told myself: "No big deal, it will be easy." And yet... how wrong I was. It all started about ten years ago, when we began trying for our first child. The days turned into months, and the months into a year. And somewhere around there, I started to worry. "Something..

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