Diagnosis In 2011, I was diagnosed with stage 3, malignant invasive breast cancer. I was 27 back then. Due to my acting career, I had a period of intensive filming, which I had to get a tan for, so I visited solarium a couple of times.
I was assigned a headmaster of Tsaghveri School three years ago. Before that, I’d worked as a biology teacher. Having thought I have some leadership skills, I decided to try myself in this area. First, I passed teachers’ certification exam and became a senior teacher. It was
Ida is one of the authors of this platform. We tell you stories not only of other women but also stories of ourselves. We want you to know the people better, who you trust with your own stories. This blog was first published on the page
„I think my choice of profession was determined by the stereotypes existing in my family. I decided to study child psychology and fight for the rights of children. I was particularly interested in the traumas suffered in childhood, and after I became a mother myself,
„One of the biggest disappointments and traumas in my life was the 17th of May, 2013. That was the day I could finally see the true colors of the organized religion. I saw the hatred and the malevolence that the Georgian Orthodox Church had been
„I was a young girl when I got married. Back in our times, this is how it happened – right from the class, you could end up in an odd situation, called marriage. I gave birth at the age of 16. I was one of
„Let me be straightforward… If anyone loves Georgia, that must be me. I used to be enthusiastic and patriotic in everything but my son’s death has embittered me so much that I always say I’d rather have a coward son who is alive. I am
„(Salome) We are internally displaced persons (IDP) and therefore considered as a vulnerable group. Here, in Tserovani, there were two non-government organizations (NGO), implementing various projects. It is fair to say that we started participating in different events since the winter of 2009. Teona and
„We lived in Mestia but our most favorite place was Lahili where we visited our grandparents to spend summer vacations. We had our own paradise there. Our grandparents did everything to make us happy. The nineties were the miserable years for many Georgians but we