Born from fire
It is one thing when enemies prepare your fall, but another when the hand of your mother guides them in a plan.
It’s not a simple metaphor to attract your attention. It’s my truth. A truth of a woman is that she was betrayed by the people she loved the most.
The truth of a migrant who leaves her family home with a broken heart and doesn’t resolve to come back.The truth of a child who, instead of love and worries, receives condemnation and belittlement. The truth of a leader who stands on the ashes of her love, her hopes, and her plans and builds herself anew.
My name is Yuliia, and I was born from fire. The fire of change ignited in my soul through circumstances and people whom I carried and trusted. Fire didn’t destroy me—it forged me. At that time, I clearly understood one of life’s truths: betrayal not only hurts, but also requires recovery. My wound turned into my weapon
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Five years ago, I moved abroad and started a new chapter in my life. I carried my life in a suitcase and my dreams in silence. One day, I left my mother with my sister and brother and walked barefoot on foreign soil. I left behind my mother’s ghost, all those old sceneries, and feelings of revenge, insults, depreciation, and a lack of recognition. Only I and my inner voice remained, which whispered each time more loudly: „Who, if not you?”
In migration, I lost a lot of valuable things—family, my achievements, a feeling of belonging, and, most importantly, myself. I was a stand-in for toxic people, my work was depreciated, and my desires were ridiculated. Those people tried to dress me in the chains of their expectations and subjugate me to their will because I was different and refused to play by their scripted roles.
I stood on the ashes of my past life and watched as the wind carried away the ashes of who I once was. I felt pain and at the same time I felt that I was alive. Pain was the teacher, and my wound – a source of my power. I walked through the tongues of flame, the wind of envy and hatred feeding them, while I protected my scars and my heart. At that moment, I understood one thing. Ashes became the ink of my new story and my scars as secret maps of survival for many souls.
Amid pain and storms, Gavora was born – a part of my soul which, like a candle, gives other warmth and hope. I know how to start anew on foreign soil, how to be wounded and diminished, how to build a career while feeling exhausted, with tear – stained eyes – stained eyes, how to be strong and strength to survive. My kindness was perceived as a weakness, which became my rebellion and rescued me. After all these heavy moments and life challenges I believe that the experience of others will be met with respect and understanding, not devalued. And that you’re here without condemnations, critics and sneers.
I understand you as a person who gives support as if it were a luxury.
I understand you as a person who remembers a pain and transforms it into power.
I understand you as a person for whom the best version of myself is a care and self – respect.
I understand you as a person who does the unbelievable – who believes in me and surrounds me with people like that.
I want to stay next to you in those moments because I went on that road alone. I understand all your doubts, fears, and the temptation to stop and surrender. If you feel something similar and stay in the same life situation I invite you in my space.
We are part of a new generation born of fire. I create a new sanctuary born from scars with strength woven from tears. It’s a safe space where judgment ends and healing begins. Every flame that tried to consume me became the torch I now carry. I’m ready to spark the fire in many souls who are ready to build a new reality with me.
I believe that the future belongs to those who rise from their own ashes.
I’m here and I invite you to stay on my side.