Klaudija Mikulić, Bijeli Brijeg, Bosnia & Herzegovina
Helena
Author: Klaudija Mikulić
I have vivid memories of a young, cheerful woman who moved into our neighbourhood. She was a woman of action, working, travelling, and finding joy in life’s adventures.
As the years passed, she made the decision to leave her job and dedicate herself to her family. Our encounters took place in the courtyard in front of the building. The children would play in the small space amidst the parked cars. Unfortunately, the playgrounds in the woods were neglected, with broken swings and see-saws. There was no secure place for children to engage in their playful activities.
I can still vividly recall how the neighbourhood used to be. The courtyards of the buildings were beautifully landscaped and well-maintained. Pine trees, grass, and flowers were abundant in every corner. There were small steps connecting the southern part of the neighbourhood to the city, cleverly designed to blend with a winding stone path. The northern part had larger steps with resting spots. Older residents would take breaks there, while young people would gather after school, sometimes sneaking their first cigarette or helping each other with homework. The Trim trail, after which that section of the forest was named Trimuša, was meticulously marked and diligently maintained. This enchanting woodland path led all the way to the Partisan Memorial Cemetery, attracting not only athletes and outdoor enthusiasts but also citizens who sought to immerse themselves in the lush greenery and breathe in the pure, refreshing air. It saddens me to say that the beauty I once knew has faded away. Neglect has left the area overgrown with weeds and littered with debris. The entire zone has transformed into an eyesore for the city, posing dangers to both children and adults alike.
Helena always wears a bright smile, and she was the same way last night. She truly embraces her role as a mother and finds fulfilment in it. However, beneath her cheerful demeanour, I sensed a certain unease in her voice, stemming from the extra weight she carries and the self-neglect she has experienced. I chose to remain silent and simply listen. It became evident that she longs for a change. She mentioned that her children are now grown, and she has the opportunity to devote time to herself, but taking that step feels incredibly challenging. After years of neglecting her own well-being, Helena has lost touch with her true self and her own aspirations. She has forgotten the significance of prioritizing her own needs and desires. This is the situation Helena finds herself in—she has lost sight of who she is. She carries a burden of guilt whenever she contemplates focusing on herself. Her life has revolved around others, living for their sake. Still, deep inside, I held onto the hope that she would embark on a journey of self-discovery. We all deserve to recognize our own importance, to understand that it is not selfish but necessary. Helena, I am rooting for you!
I’ve heard that she went on a short trip with her friends. It’s a wonderful sign. A small, yet significant step towards prioritizing herself.
I happened to run into her. She mentioned that she’s been going to training sessions. There was a smile on her face. I can only imagine her joy in finally doing something for herself. She enthusiastically shared her experience at the Mostar Half Marathon with me. She even extended an invitation for me to join the Citizens’ Charity Race.
The atmosphere was incredible. A multitude of people had signed up for the race. We ran through the streets of our city, filled with happiness, all united by a common goal: to help others and have a great time. It was her first-ever medal. Just 4 kilometres, but the feeling she described was priceless.
She’s planning to continue her running training. In the coming autumn, she intends to start preparing for a half-marathon. She confided in me about her aspirations.
I also noticed her joining volunteers in cleaning up Trimuša. She wants to witness a fresh glow in our beloved Trimuša.
She expressed her immense happiness and gratitude. The change in her is evident, and everyone around her is congratulating her. She has rearranged her life in a positive way. As I browse through her family trip photos, I can’t help but feel overjoyed for her.
“Have you heard that Helena is in the hospital?” a neighbour asks me.
They say she has been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. My heart aches for her…
As I observe her, I can see her moving with caution, concealing her unsteady steps. The illness has struck at the most beautiful chapter of her life. In her eyes, I perceive fear, uncertainty, and deep concern. She carries the weight of worry for her children, parents, and sisters. Even now, amidst her own struggles, her compassionate nature remains intact. Helena has always been the one to selflessly help others, but now she finds herself in need of support.
Yet, amidst the challenges, a remarkable resilience emerges. With the unwavering love and support of her family and friends, she has managed to find strength in the face of adversity. Through therapy, dedicated exercise, and her unwavering belief in a higher power, she fearlessly presses on.
And there she stands, a smile gracing her face once more. She shares with me that the illness is merely a diagnosis on paper. Let it be so, dear Helena. May she find solace and healing, surrounded by the love and care that she has always bestowed upon others.
I recently read the exciting news that Trimuša has been exquisitely illuminated. Intrigued by this development, I couldn’t resist taking a stroll to witness its new appearance first-hand.
As I approach, I glimpse the enchanting lights shimmering through the forest. It seemed like an impossible task, yet they have accomplished it… our beloved Trimuša now exudes an air of grandeur. I am convinced that it holds a sparkling future.
Through the canopy of trees, a familiar figure catches my eye… it’s Helena. She waves excitedly, beckoning me closer. She’s running towards me with a sense of triumph…I can hear the victorious footsteps growing louder and closer with each passing moment…