Gladys Kay Sidorenko
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A dreamer and a writer who finds meaning in stories grounded in truth and centuries of history.
Writing is my world. Tales born from the soul. I’m simply a storyteller.
Stories (18)
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Shadows Within
Have you ever felt that quiet pull inside, the one that makes applause feel heavy? That subtle weight in your chest that sits there, not loud, not cruel, just… familiar? It whispers things you already know but hope to ignore: You had help. You copied. You don’t really deserve this. And suddenly, just as you could shine, you shrink. You fold yourself into the moment as if hiding it will make it harmless.
By Gladys Kay Sidorenkoabout 2 hours ago in Humans
Shadows
There is a voice most people never talk about, not because it is rare, but because it is so familiar it feels like part of the self. It is not loud in the way the world understands loudness. It does not shout or demand attention. It hums beneath thought, beneath action, beneath moments that should feel complete. It carries weight quietly, shaping how brilliance is held rather than how it is expressed.
By Gladys Kay Sidorenkoabout 3 hours ago in Humans
7 Signs You’ve Stopped Flying the Old Route
1. You Choose Silence Over Empty Noise You no longer engage in spaces that drain you. Your attention and energy are deliberate. You listen less to the chatter that doesn’t serve you and more to the quiet whispers of your own thoughts.
By Gladys Kay Sidorenko6 days ago in Humans
7 Ways to Identify a Phoenix
1. The Ash Bearer A Phoenix carries weight most people cannot — the remnants of old burdens, the expectations of others, the emotions of those around them. Their strength comes from holding what would overwhelm anyone else. They absorb quietly, and it is this endurance that shapes them.
By Gladys Kay Sidorenko6 days ago in Humans
Camouflage
We are told that birds of the same feather flock together. It’s offered as wisdom, as reassurance — a way to believe that similarity equals safety. But I’ve begun to wonder if it’s truth, or simply comfort dressed up as certainty. A saying we repeat so we don’t have to look too closely at who stands beside us.
By Gladys Kay Sidorenko11 days ago in Humans
Between Innings
Ever heard of baseball? A game with rules, chalked lines, innings, and a crowd that believes effort guarantees reward. A game where timing is praised more than truth, and endurance is mistaken for choice. A game where people insist it’s fair because everyone is playing by the same rules. I feel like the ball.
By Gladys Kay Sidorenko11 days ago in Lifehack
The Taste of Invisible.
Have you ever felt different — almost as though you didn’t quite belong where you were? Sometimes, it’s not the drastic moments but the subtle shifts you notice. The small silences. The glances that linger a second too long. The way people’s voices soften when they speak to you, or how their laughter dims the moment you draw near.
By Gladys Kay Sidorenko3 months ago in Humans
