Differently STM (Seen - Thought - Made)

  A Mother’s Fight Across European Courts As I sit in silence, trying to make sense of the chain of events that has shaped my life and my children’s future, I find myself asking: How can this still happen today—in Europe, among French-speaking neighbor countries—where we can send robots to Mars and access information to it, but justice cannot find its way through interconnected court systems? I am not writing this to place blame on fate. I am trying to understand. To learn. To prevent such tragedies from repeating—whether in my own life or in the lives of my children. How is it possible that one man, through a consistent pattern of manipulation, control, and abuse, can inflict harm across multiple families, and yet the justice system remains fragmented, blindfolded, and sometimes complicit? Civil courts lack access to criminal records; child protection agencies remain unaware of key decisions. The left eye doesn’t know what the right one is seing. Sometimes it feels like m...

  The kids are on holiday, and for the first time in a long while, I find myself completely alone in Lausanne. I had a clear vision for this time: I would focus on my professional goals, finally get the flat in order, and take control of the space and time I never usually have. It was supposed to be productive, transformative even. But that vision never materialised. The first weekend, I barely left the bed. I slept. Deeply. Desperately. I told myself I just needed a bit of rest, and I’d begin everything next weekend. But the next weekend came—and nothing changed. No progress. No productivity. The flat remained untouched. My personal goals remained ideas floating somewhere far away. And yet, strangely, the only place where I did feel fully alive was at work. In my professional space, I’ve been thriving. Energetic, enthusiastic, fully present. I’ve poured myself into it with intensity and passion, and in return, I’ve felt accomplished. Fulfilled, even. That contradiction haunt...

  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 painf...

To truly understand who I am—and the journey that brought me here—I have to take you back to a chapter of my life that changed everything. It was a time of transition, filled with hope, ambition, and decisions that would quietly shape the course of my future. The year was 2017, that’s when i had a terrible luck meeting my ex-husband. I was 32, preparing to defend my doctoral thesis, and actively searching for a job. Deep down, I also felt it was the right time to settle down—ideally with someone kind and intelligent, someone with whom I could build a peaceful, loving family. That’s when I met my ex-husband. Back then, I regularly attended events organized by the “International” community, often with friends. I was drawn to the open, vibrant atmosphere. These gatherings brought together people from all walks of life—stripped of titles, badges, or job roles. Conversations flowed freely, from the science of chocolate manufacturing to the wonders of the Webb Telescope. It was a space where...