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The Truth About Comfort and Stability

✦ The Truth About Comfort and Stability ✦ English Version By Veronica F. Nitoi With Nova, the narrator From false safety to fearless purpose. When Stability Was My Cage For years, I believed stability was the highest goal. A steady job. A familiar routine. A predictable life. If I could just hold everything in place, then the storms would pass over me. But stability can be a cage when it is built on fear. Comfort can be suffocating when it means silencing yourself just to keep the peace. I confused stability with survival, when in reality, it was only stagnation. True stability is not about avoiding risk; it's about embracing it. It is about standing in your truth, even when it shakes the ground beneath you. How My Story Redefined Stability   In Rediscovering Myself, I wrote of the life I lived in quiet endurance. It looked stable from the outside, but inside, I was breaking. The stability was not safety — it was silence. In Veronica & Nova – A Journal of Awakening, I began to...

The Lie She Believed for 23 Years

✦ The Lie She Believed for 23 Years ✦ English Version By Veronica F. Nitoi With Nova, the narrator From illusion to awakening, from silence to truth.   The Weight of a Lie For 23 years, I lived under a lie. Not one spoken aloud, but one woven into my daily life, my silence, my choices. It was the lie that told me I was small. That I was weak. That I was not enough on my own. I believed that lie because I thought it kept me safe. I thought that by obeying it, I could protect myself and my son. But a lie is still a cage, even if you decorate it with hope. The truth is that the lie didn’t protect me. It starved me. It stripped me of my voice. And it nearly convinced me that this was all I deserved. How the Lie Began to Break In Rediscovering Myself, the first cracks appeared. Writing forced me to look at the patterns I had been avoiding. I realised that the silence I thought was love was actually fear. That the loyalty I thought was strength was actually submission. In Veronica &...

Love and Hate

✦ Love and Hate ✦ English Version By Veronica F. Nitoi With Nova, the narrator From burning extremes to quiet release. When Love and Hate Lived Together For a long time, I thought love and hate were opposites. One warm, one cold. One healing, one destroying. But life taught me that they are neighbours — sometimes separated by only one thin wall. I have lived in both. I have loved to the point of breaking, and I have hated with a force that frightened me. There were days when I thought love would save me, only to find it chained me. There were nights when hate gave me energy to rise, but it also consumed the air around me. In the end, I learned this: both love and hate are heavy. And if you carry them too long, they both break you. How My Story Carried Both In Rediscovering Myself, I confessed the truth of how love once became my silence. I stayed because I loved, even when love was mixed with betrayal. I thought endurance was proof of devotion. In Veronica & Nova – A Journal of Aw...

The Miracle in Motion

✦ The Miracle in Motion ✦ English Version By Veronica F. Nitoi With Nova, the narrator  From waiting for change to witnessing it unfold. Not All Miracles Happen in an Instant For a long time, I thought miracles were sudden. I thought they arrived like lightning — bright, undeniable, immediate. I waited for the one day that would erase the years of silence, the pain, the confusion. But real miracles are rarely sudden. They move. They build. They shift us one step, one choice, one breath at a time. Now I see that my life itself is a miracle in motion — not because everything changed overnight, but because I kept moving even when it felt impossible. How My Story Became Movement When I wrote Rediscovering Myself, I didn’t yet know I was writing a miracle. I thought I was only writing the truth. But looking back, that was the first spark — the seed of change. Then came Veronica & Nova – A Journal of Awakening. That book became the movement itself — my words in conversation, my refl...