As a child, I grew up alone. My family never showed me love or guidance.
They had a marriage they didn’t want due to family pressure (this happens in my country).
Under the same pressure, I was an unwanted child, forced to come into the world.
Most of the time, I was alone. Love, warmth, and guidance were missing in my childhood.
During my school years, since my family didn’t participate or care, teachers and children didn’t notice me or value me either.
No one was there to support or question me about my situation.
At school, I was often invisible, left aside, wondering why I didn’t belong anywhere. I was very introverted.
People, including my family, didn’t see me because I never learned to show myself or exist.
Those years passed heavy, silent, and lonely.
Some days, I questioned whether life would ever feel safe, if I would ever be understood, or if anyone would truly see me.
I had accepted that they didn’t see me, but they didn’t notice the improvements and projects I made either.
Support and motivation went to people whose families were more present and financially stable.
I started working, but adulthood didn’t bring comfort or social life either.
The country I lived in wasn’t geographically or economically open to development. Strategically, it was at a disadvantage.
Unfortunately, people cannot choose their family or country of birth.
When the COVID-19 pandemic hit in 2019, life became a storm I was unprepared for: debts piled up, the world became uncertain, and I faced seemingly insurmountable challenges.
There were moments of hopelessness, anxiety-filled nights, and days when I couldn’t even find the strength to complete small tasks.
Due to lockdowns, we couldn’t go outside for a long time.
I was at home, couldn’t work, and my savings were almost gone.
As someone who has always had to succeed and grow up alone, I had to do something; sitting idle at home was unbearable.
Until that moment, I had done everything myself. The pandemic caused me to lose my work and halt my creativity.
I was bored, sitting at home, doing nothing. And then, in that emotional and financial darkness, a spark appeared!
The desire to create, shape, and find meaning in my surroundings.
I started small.
Rearranging a room slightly, adding color somewhere, showing a little care. Slowly, these small gestures became my lifeline.
It reminded me that the changes I made around me brought me joy, and I found beauty, peace, and hope in the struggle.
Even if people didn’t see me, the objects and changes I made seemed to recognize, understand, and respond to me.
First, I tackled my kitchen, the darkest corner of my home. During those stifling pandemic days, I couldn’t go outside, but sitting still wasn’t an option.
I sanded and painted an old wooden chair. The color was a bright yellow I remembered from my childhood.
At first, it didn’t turn out as I wanted, and I thought I had ruined it, but after a few hours, the chair became more than furniture. It seemed to say ‘Keep going!’ because I loved this change for MYSELF.
I realized that until then, I had done things for people to notice and care about me, but never for MYSELF!
The quote came to mind: ‘While trying to reach everyone, we fall behind ourselves.’ (Eddi Anter)
It may seem simple, but that chair was my first victory. Transforming something with my own hands, doing something for MYSELF amidst uncertainty, was a tangible success.
I then gathered unused items at home and began creating small decorative pieces.
Each piece gave meaning to my environment; my home became a living space for MYSELF, not a prison.
I added plants from my garden; as they grew, so did I. Every leaf I watered nurtured hope inside me.
My surroundings became beautiful, walls came alive, light softened, and air smelled fresher.
During this process, I developed myself significantly.
I learned new techniques online via free videos and forums: wood carving, natural paint, even basic carpentry.
Growing up alone with no guidance, each skill was a brick; I was building my walls.
As pandemic restrictions eased, I shared my progress outside.
I sent photos to neighbors and friends, saying, ‘Look, I made this at home!’ Some asked how I did it. I realized sharing broke the loneliness. As I improved my surroundings, they lifted me up too.
Progress accelerated. I created a social media page called ‘Miracles Created at Home’. Step by step, I posted photos and stories.
People liked and commented: ‘I will try this too!’ Followers increased, messages arrived. Some lost jobs, some felt lonely.
I guided them, teaching how to use household scraps and giving motivation.
I started filming workshop videos with my phone and home lighting. Viewers grew, sponsors came—small brands selling handmade items.
Success came layer by layer. My first income was from digital guides on an online platform: PDFs, templates.
Then physical products. I listed my décor items online and had a stall in local markets post-pandemic.
I wasn’t making much profit, but people loved it, and I met them personally.
Debts decreased. I didn’t earn much, but I started saving a little.
But the real value was spiritual. Every item sold beautified someone’s home. Messages came: ‘Thanks to you, I refreshed my room and found peace.’
FINALLY! I, the lonely person of many years, was seen. With what I produced, I became part of a community.
My self-confidence grew, new projects emerged. I organized workshops, provided training, and shared insights.
My network expanded with friends, collaborations, inspiring conversations, and meetings.
This journey didn’t just bring money; it enriched my soul and gave me the social circle I had longed for.
For someone who grew up unnoticed and unaccepted by family, this was invaluable.
Now I know that even in the darkest storms, I can light a path with my own hands.
When you read this, don’t just see it as my story; take a tip, idea, or advice for yourself and start applying it in your life.
This article aims to extend a hand to those like me in the past, to connect, heal, and grow.
I hope you find a piece of yourself here and remember that even the hardest journeys can reach the light.
Now it’s your turn: don’t delay. Tell me what you will change for YOURSELF today. You can email me without hesitation.
Together, we can create not just beautiful spaces but also peace, courage, and shared amazing memories.
If you need support to do something, tell me what I can do for you, and I will do it for you, free of charge.
You can email me anytime at my real and active address: realpinner@dekorblog.com
I truly love you and feel your presence through your messages.
Sorry if my English is bad, but I think I’m at least basically understood. 🙂