Who Am I, Really?
This is probably the hardest question to answer. I’ve lived between cultures, languages, and names. Born in Poland, raised in Germany, I’ve always existed in the in-between. Two countries shaped me, but neither fully defined me. For 26 years, Germany was home, yet it never felt entirely mine. Poland holds my roots, but I left it too early to feel fully anchored.
Now, I live in Cyprus: close to the sea, close to the sun, and closer to myself than I’ve ever been.
People often describe me as open-minded, curious, and full of energy. I like to move forward, to grow, to try something new. I love to laugh and make others laugh. I never take myself too seriously. Music moves me, dance frees me, and if you’re looking for me at a party, I’ll be on the dancefloor. Always.
That’s one part of me, the light one. But there’s another part that rarely shows itself. The one that feels deeply, thinks too much, and questions everything. That side doesn’t come out for just anyone. It’s reserved for those I truly trust, and trust has never come easily. When emotional safety isn’t something you grow up with, closeness can feel both needed and dangerous. You want to be near the fire, but it burns when you get too close. So sometimes, you pull away.
Over the years, I’ve learned that I’m drawn to authenticity. I fall in love with people who are real, raw, and unfiltered. It took me a long time to find that place within myself, to see my truth, not as something to hide, but something to live by. And once you find it, you start to recognize others who carry it too.
Today, I use what I’ve lived and learned to support others on their path. I’m drawn to people’s stories, to their wounds, to what’s underneath the surface. I believe we’re here to connect for real: to grow, to feel, to help each other heal. That’s what I was made for.
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