Finding Stability as a Single Mother in Switzerland

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 Raising two children alone in a foreign country is one of the most challenging and transformative journeys of my life. Living in Switzerland, I strive every day to build stability—for my children and for myself. But life here is not easy.


The language remains a daily hurdle. Even after five years, I still navigate basic conversations with care, often struggling to follow when accents shift or the vocabulary becomes too complex. Integration takes time, and it often feels like I’m constantly catching up.


I’ve also learned to be cautious with friendships. After surviving a deeply damaging relationship with someone showing signs of narcissistic personality disorder, I carry the scars of betrayal and emotional manipulation. Trust doesn’t come easily anymore. The COVID-19 pandemic didn’t help—it created distance where connection was needed most, especially when trying to build new relationships in a foreign land.


Over the years, I’ve faced some of life’s toughest battles: a painful and conflictual separation, exhausting custody and pension disputes, multiple police interventions, and even a traumatic midnight arrest at home following false allegations from my ex-husband. Add to that the daily challenges of language barriers, limited social integration, and the struggle to access job opportunities, kindergarten, school placements, and—above all—stability.


But through it all, I never gave up.


Today, I can finally say: I’ve made it through. I’ve started working in the field I’m passionate about. It’s not just a job—it’s a symbol of everything I’ve fought for, everything I’ve overcome, and everything I continue to build for my children and myself.


This is just the beginning of a new chapter. And for the first time in a long time, it feels like we’re standing on solid ground.


Every time I succeed—every time I think I’ve finally reached a point of peace or stability—life tests me again. And the strange part? Each new challenge feels even harder than the one before. It’s as if I’m stuck in some kind of cosmic video game, where each level gets more complex, more intense, and more demanding. Just when I feel like I’ve passed a boss fight, a new one appears—stronger, more unpredictable, and often more painful.


Maybe when you read my last post, you thought that was the happy ending. You might have imagined a calm chapter was about to unfold—one filled with security, simplicity, and maybe even joy. But the truth is, there are no fairy tales here. And if there are, they don’t end with “happily ever after.” Not in real life. Not when you’re a single mother, in a foreign country, building a future from the ruins of trauma.


Don’t ever believe that kindness always wins over cruelty. I didn’t mean that. What I meant was: I completed one mission. That particular fire is out. That task is done. And now? Life has handed me a new project—one that will once again demand everything I’ve got, and then some.


But I’ve stopped asking, “Why me?” I’ve started asking, “How can I get through this stronger?” Because life is not about escaping challenges. It’s about transforming through them.


This is not the end of my story—it’s just another page. A new level. A new fight. And I’m still here.





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