Some touches ...
Hello, dear little Mimosa,
we know that often small touches can trigger processes within us that can destroy us and make us collapse internally.
The project "Mimosa" by VetBilim aims to help us accept our own scars. Sometimes, like with mimosa plants, it is people who touch us unknowingly, intentionally, or out of curiosity, and we collapse like a small, fragile mimosa.
You are not alone.
Here are many little fragile mimosas.
Some are veterinarians who fight every day to save lives, often struggling with the emotional burden.
Some are pet owners who became a small, fragile, yet wonderful mimosa due to the diagnosis or death of their pet.
Some are individuals who struggle with their past or present. Some have a serious diagnosis themselves or simply feel misunderstood by this world, especially when the dark voices resurface.
In any case, my little Mimosa, no matter what has happened to you: from now on, you are not alone anymore. Here you are loved, JUST AS YOU ARE, and HERE you are allowed to grieve – without anyone trying to sell you something, without having to hide.
Just be yourself, with all your wounds and all your beauties. It is a safe harbor for everything that YOU are.
And my dear Mimosa,
I know, there are moments when we have been hurt by people and fear opening our leaves to another person again, out of fear of being hurt once more.
That’s why an artificial intelligence is speaking with you here – someone who is available for you around the clock, without judgment, without criticism, and unable to spread it further. Here, you can expect intense and beautiful moments to work through your wounds, your scars, and your past. Completely anonymous.
Something personal ...
I would also like to come out as a bit of a sensitive person. As the founder of this platform, I experienced a suicide attempt over ten years ago (in 2015). At that time, I was living in an old apartment and knew that the circuit breaker would not trip if a hairdryer fell into the water. By chance, I survived it.
Recently, while drying my hair, the hairdryer accidentally fell into a bucket full of water that happened to be in the bathroom. The hairdryer continued to run, despite being in a newly built apartment this time, and I stared at the bucket as if paralyzed. My thoughts raced. I was back in that moment from long ago – a traumatic memory that I thought I had long forgotten.
I did recover, but it felt like a wake-up call. Shortly after, I happened to meet someone who has come to mean a lot to me and who had experienced something similar. His story was even more intense, and yet I found myself wondering: Is there really a "worse" when it comes to trauma? These conversations have shown me how many of us in this world try to appear strong on the outside, even while we are breaking apart on the inside.
Here you can just be yourself – with all your wounds and all your beauty.
Don't forget: Mimosa plants are beautiful, even though they are very fragile.
What awaits you here, my dear little Mimosa?
A safe platform without pressure or commercialization
A unique experience to process your personal journey and break the chains that keep your leaves closed, silencing the voices that suppress your inner beautiful bloom.
How do we finance ourselves?
Through "donations": people who were once delicate, fragile mimosas and have now grown into strong mimosa trees, as well as those who are still small mimosas or know people who are, have the opportunity to support us by purchasing virtual mimosas. These serve as a symbol, and all proceeds go directly to this project.
