When did you stop telling the truth about how you really feel?
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Stories for Change
When I was a girl, they called me Maja the Bee.
Always talking. Always moving. Always full of something to say.
Then the war came. I was thirteen. Overnight, I became someone who had lost everything. Home. School. Friends. Safety.
I wrote a letter. Adults cried when they read it.
And I never wrote from the heart again.
For twenty years, I wrote for institutions, missions, and systems. I became very good at telling other people's stories.
The world rewarded me for it.
Until my body said no.
In the silence that followed, I found her again. The girl who knew that words could move people.
I opened my mouth. And I'm not planning to shut up.
In our twenties, my girlfriends and I used to joke.
"We should be on Oprah. She should hear our story."
We laughed. But I meant it.
We were young women rebuilding our lives from the ruins of a war. Learning how to be independent. Learning how to survive in a world that had just fallen apart.
We never got to talk to Oprah.
So I built this platform instead.
Six to ten women. No advice. No fixing. Just truth, spoken and heard.
Your story doesn't need to be finished. It doesn't need to be perfect. It just needs to be true.
True stories. Written by women who stopped performing. Read by women who recognise themselves.
