Author: Katarina Klarić, OŠ grofa Janka Draškovića, Klenovnik
One day I just woke up wondering who I am.
Am I a troubled girl who is looking for reason to live? Or am I a sweet, kind girl who hides her real herself because she wants people see her based on what she does and not based on what is in her head?
When I was a little girl, I wanted to become very confident, successful women. Nowadays, it is more likely that my dream is slipping away.
When I was 13, my parents got divorced. As anybody else I started to blame myself and that caused the loss of my self-confidence. My mum and I moved to Rijeka, to her parents, my grandparents. I stared to attend a primary school there. I met new friends in my class, but they I actually did not fit in. They saw me as a competitor. My mum told me to disregard them. It took me ages until I started to build my identity, my character.
But can I build it, even that I lost so many things in childhood? I was a weak little girl, who doesn’t know what to do with her life. In high school I wanted to share my story with the world. I wanted to become a writer. I suggested my mum the idea, but she was not supportive as I expected. She simply didn’t want the whole world to know our story. On one hand, I understand her, but on the other, I think that I had to do it. I had that feeling, that feeling when I know that something is good for me. But I listened to her advice, still she is my mother. When I was 27, the most important person in the world died, my mother. A person who gave me life and kept me alive for so many years. I was crushed; she was my reason to live. I
I am 34 years old now. I wrote a book based of my life. It is published, and ready to read.
But, why am I telling you, dear reader, all those things? Maybe I want to recommend you my book. The main reason is to show you mine past, things and all on what my being is based. So, what can I say? Who am I? First, I was little girl who lost her parents. I was lonely and lost a little bit. Then I wasn’t accepted by children of my age, I didn’t have a real true friend, who I could spend time with. After some years, my mother died in a car accident. Then I had feeling like someone defeated me, just like someone ruined my life. And that was the truth. I believe that all things happen with reasons. After something bad something good will happen. And that something good in my life is my book.
In the end I can honestly say: I am a woman who knows what she wants in her life. I am a woman who loves her life and everything around me. I am a woman who deserves to live. We all do!
