I'M NOT FINE.
The project explores the psychological impact of war on civilians. Rather than focusing on the war itself, it centers on how people cope with trauma and anxiety, revealing the unseen emotional struggles and what happens when we allow ourselves to feel vulnerable.
This photo series is my personal exploration of anxiety disorder and grief. Life became overwhelming after my partner joined the army and I was left on my own. This work is my attempt to face the pain and to honestly answer the question so often asked in Ukraine: “how are you?”.
The project explores the psychological impact of war on civilians. Rather than focusing on the war itself, it centers on how people cope with trauma and anxiety, revealing the unseen emotional struggles and what happens when we allow ourselves to feel vulnerable.
This photo series is my personal exploration of anxiety disorder and grief. Life became overwhelming after my partner joined the army and I was left on my own. This work is my attempt to face the pain and to honestly answer the question so often asked in Ukraine: “how are you?”.





The two-wall rule is the most important one. To survive an explosion outside, you need at least two
walls for protection. Because of this, my bed and room often remain empty, and I spend my nights
on the floor in the corridor or near the elevators.
walls for protection. Because of this, my bed and room often remain empty, and I spend my nights
on the floor in the corridor or near the elevators.






My younger brother takes shelter in the same closet he’s hidden in since he was 10, even though
he’s outgrowing it now. He always carries my contact information in his bag, the piece of paper
carefully sealed in plastic to protect it from dirt and blood, just in case.
he’s outgrowing it now. He always carries my contact information in his bag, the piece of paper
carefully sealed in plastic to protect it from dirt and blood, just in case.


Yes, I'll smile, indeed, through tears and weeping
Sing my songs where evil holds its sway,
Hopeless, a steadfast hope forever keeping,
I shall live! You thoughts of grief, away!
Sing my songs where evil holds its sway,
Hopeless, a steadfast hope forever keeping,
I shall live! You thoughts of grief, away!
Lesya Ukrainka, 1890