The day she died, I started living - a personal journey with a successful container

You know her as "Mika" - the colorful jewelry maker in Panthera. It's all tattoos, bold colors on the head and endless joy of life. Michal created herself from a gloomy life story that she is only able to tell today.

Her threatening voice still echoes in my head: "Grow up already!" And I'm freezing.

"Grow up already!" And the wound in my heart continues to bleed.

The girl I was standing firmly in front of her: "You will not raise a hand against me!" Not there anymore.

In her place there is a lost girl. Bruise. Who does not want to go home. Dreaming of taking Dad and leaving. Get away from it. But her freezing gaze haunted me wherever I tried to escape. "Grow up already!"

Want to stop loving her. And start loving myself.

The day she died. I started living. The day she died. The bruised soul was also sent to the Creator. And in her place, Michal was born the girl, the girl, the woman I was supposed to be.

A personal story about growing up and overcoming. On mother-daughter relationships. About love and hate.