From the early diagnosis of “difficult to train” to secondary school to welfare to art university—to many years of chronic “illness” and from there to here.

In these circumstances I am seeking my own path—often without knowing where it will lead me, without certainty that it is “legitimate” or will be welcome. And that is often a difficult and often painful path to walk.

Running in large circles and taking side roads became my path—not by choice, but because in many places there was rarely room for me to be myself.

I graze on all the surrounding meadows, dig beneath the surface, follow traces that others do not see. There, a perspective develops for what often remains invisible at the center—for hidden patterns, unspoken rules, for what works beneath the surface.

Running in large circles and taking side roads. There I learned to see differently, to hear differently.

This perspective is a strength. I draw on it.

In recent years, I have been intensively engaged with approaches that are often devalued in Western discourse:

Decolonization of perspectives on knowledge and healing

Destigmatization of mental illness

Mindfulness, and the practices of dialogue, listening, and slowness

For over 20 years, I actively engaged in self-organized political and social spaces. In these spaces, I gained deep insights into group dynamics, power structures, and how our experiences of trauma and violence affect our relationships and conflict behavior.

I also observe this pattern: groups promise themselves freedom, consensus, equality – yet beneath the surface, hidden hierarchies and unconscious behavioral patterns exist.

Dominant voices drown out quiet ones. Quick reactions replace deep thinking. Critical or neurodivergent perspectives are often experienced as disruptions rather than enrichments.

At the same time, I witness the division: the political is separated from the psychological. Emotional or psychosocial needs are labeled as "doesn't belong here – go see a therapist." But this separation is artificial. We bring our wounds, our trauma, our behavioral patterns into political spaces. If this cannot become a topic – what are we even talking about?

I believe also we are experiencing a crisis of imagination – a loss of the ability to envision other ways, other relationships. And this is precisely where I begin.