🌱   I Started with Nothing — and Found Everything Through Writing English Version By Veronica & Nova

  Why It Was Never Easy – When “Enough” Became My Teacher English Version by Veronica F. Nitoi & Nova

When Love Hurts: A Mother’s Truth and the Power of Saying “Enough” English Version Veronica F. Nitoi and Nova, the narrator Family is the deepest bond we have, but also the one that cuts the deepest when words turn sharp. Recently, my son spoke to me in ways that broke my heart. He called me “crazy,” “a witch,” and said I was “worse than his father.” He mocked my beliefs, dismissed my loyalty, and accused me of things I never did. As a mother, this is the hardest part. It is not an argument with a partner or a fight with the outside world — it is pain that comes from the person you love most. I felt destroyed, like all my sacrifices meant nothing. But I know what is happening. He is repeating patterns he saw, projecting wounds that are not truly his. It doesn’t make the words easier, but it helps me remember: his accusations are not the truth. They are a reflection of pain, anger, and confusion that he does not yet know how to carry. And still, I stand. ⸻ Why I Keep Going I keep going ...

✦ They Will Judge You Anyway ✦ English Version By Veronica F. Nitoi With Nova, the narrator From fear of opinion to freedom in truth. The Weight of Judgment   For years, I shaped myself around other people’s opinions. I tried to be small so I would not offend. I tried to be pleasing so I would not be rejected. I wore silence as a shield, hoping that if I hid my truth, no one would have reason to judge me. But judgment came anyway. They judged me when I stayed. They judged me when I left. They judged my strength, they judged my silence, they judged my voice. That’s when I realised: people will judge you no matter what you do. And if judgment is inevitable, then I would rather be judged for my truth than for my silence. How My Story Faced Judgment In Rediscovering Myself, I was judged for breaking silence. Some wondered why I would open old wounds, why I would put my pain on paper. But what they called shame, I called healing. In Veronica & Nova – A Journal of Awakening, I was j...