Antonie is a woman who knows the power of human stories and isn’t afraid to write about them. She has gone through burnout, loneliness, and the search for a balance between caring for others and herself. She is a mother who shares custody of her children, a partner, a friend, and a woman who sometimes doesn’t know what comes next. But it is this authenticity that gives her the courage to address topics that others often hide behind smiles. She herself says that writing is her way of naming things aloud and perhaps helping others feel less alone. In Antonie’s writings, you will find honesty, perspective, and motivation that you can rise again, even from rock bottom. She believes in the power of friendship, love, and simple rituals that help manage everyday reality.
Bullying isn’t just a child’s play. It leaves deep wounds, even if they aren’t visible at first glance. And I know firsthand what it’s like to have to protect your own children. How do you recognize bullying? And why shouldn’t we be afraid to talk about it?
A story of two sisters who stopped comparing and started growing side by side… Both carry the name of the same father, and each fought for his love in her own way. When he left, they were left alone, each different, yet forever connected.
At first, I missed it. Then I was afraid and forgot what it was like. To touch. To be close. Until one day someone reached out a hand… and my skin remembered.
How many times have I thought, “I should have said no”? How many times have I gone along with something, agreed to things, even when every part of me was screaming inside? Maybe you know the feeling too. And maybe you’re also looking for a way to finally change it.
There are pains that cannot be seen. You only sense that someone has been gathering shards of courage for a long time just to be able to trust again. In this story, you may recognize yourself – or someone you care about. Antonie tells you what happens when the heart no longer belongs to everyone.
I know that feeling. Silence where there used to be laughter. When someone close to you, a friend or a girlfriend, disappears from your life, and you don’t really know why? So, you start looking for answers within yourself. I’ve been through it, and I know that silence was sometimes worse than a breakup.
I used to feel like I had to be perfect. In everything. At work, in relationships, even when I was at my lowest. Then I realized that this whole perfection game ran deeper than I thought—and that it was doing more harm than good.
We’ve all been there. That feeling when you love someone so much that you forgive things you never should. But where does love end and dependence begin? And how can we be the ones to offer a helping hand?
I know solitude when it’s peace and space. And I know loneliness when it weighs heavy on my heart. Sunday nights, when the door clicks shut and my children leave to spend the week with their dad, that’s when I feel it the most. How do I handle these moments? And why do cats, tarot, and movies sometimes help me through?