Energy & Freedom with Daća

20/10/2025

🪑 When you have no one to share a coffee with – there’s always company in the Craftsmen’s Street of Subotica.
A short conversation, but honest — both of us silent, each in our own way.

In that silence, there’s more understanding than in many loud talks.
Maybe because bronze doesn’t judge, doesn’t advise, doesn’t rush — it simply exists.
And sometimes, that’s all we need to remember how beautiful it is just to be.

17/09/2025

I’m sitting in a café.
Door is closed. Big sign says CLOSED.

A guy walks in and asks:

> “Can I get a chair outside?”

And I can literally feel my energy just — drain.
Not because of him.
But because it feels like we live in a world where no one reads, no one stops, no one pays attention.

And to be honest — in moments like this, I’m like a ticking time bomb.
I don’t always tell myself: “Just breathe, it’s all fine.”
Sometimes I just boil over.

But maybe that’s the point:

> We don’t have to be zen all the time.
It’s enough to notice when something triggers us — and at least for a second choose how we’ll react.

Today?
I chose to laugh.
Tomorrow? Maybe I won’t.
But at least I know the choice is mine.

17/09/2025

Sometimes, energy isn’t in your coffee.
It’s not in your supplement.
It’s not even in your breakfast.

Energy is in getting up and showing up at the start line.
Energy is that one step you take even though last night you swore you wouldn’t.
Energy is the smile at the finish — even if halfway through you wanted to quit.

There are moments on the trail that are pure fifty-fifty.
50% “I got this.” – 50% “I’m done.”
50% life – 50% death (at least in your mind).

But that’s when you realize — energy is a decision.
Freedom is the choice to keep moving.
One step.
Then another.

Freedom?
Freedom is lying in the grass after the race, staring at the sky, knowing no one made you be here.
You could’ve stayed home.
You could’ve slept in.
But you didn’t.
You were on the trail.

14/09/2025

🔥 Vojvodina Trekking League – Round 5 (Bukovac)

Distance: 23.7 km
Ascent: 812 m
Time on trail: 7:42:30
Current state: MS EDSS 4

At the checkpoint near Grgeteg Monastery, we were told there were hornets on one section of the trail.
When we reached the turn for Branko’s Grave, we were informed that part was closed and redirected onto a new route.
From there we descended back to Bukovac, following part of the Elf Trail along the Kuračevac stream.

I went without a shirt to lessen the effect of Uhthoff’s phenomenon.

I finished.
Overall rank: 34
Category rank: 11

06/09/2025

🌑 "How are you?"
That question has followed me since childhood.
Always the same.
Always expecting the same answer:

"I’m fine."

But I’m not.

I cannot be “fine” when:

I have two autoimmune diseases that cancel each other out – ITP destroys platelets, MS attacks nerves, and treating one worsens the other,

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring – will I get up, will my hand move, will I see clearly,

I know one day I will stop walking, lose control over my body, and the end will come.

I don’t lie.
I don’t say "I’m fine."
I don’t say "Everything’s okay."

But I say:

👉 "I walk."

Because as long as I walk – I am not lost.
As long as I breathe – I am not dead.
As long as I write – I am not silence.

That is why I haven’t given up.
Why I haven’t stepped aside.
Why I haven’t accepted being just a “patient.”

I have decided:
To use the time I have left to the fullest.

Not because I expect salvation.
Not because I believe in miracles.
But because I choose to be.

💬 How do I answer “How are you?”

I don’t lie.
But I don’t burden others either.

I say:

"I’m not fine.
But I’m here.
And today, I walk."

And that is enough.

🐉 This page is not about “defeating illness.”
Not about “heroes.”
Not about “super strength.”
Not about false optimism.

It’s about:
🌿 Living through the wound.
🚶 Walking through silence.
✍️ Writing through the falls.

It’s about choosing to be — while I can.

If you too live with illness, with a wound, with uncertainty – welcome.
I don’t ask you to be strong.
Only to be present.

Because as long as you are here –
✨ you are not alone.

📖 The Bloodroot Path is being written.
🐉 The Dragons of Fruška Gora are awakening.
🚶‍♂️ Walking is an act of freedom.

"I don’t answer ‘I’m fine’ because I’m not.
I answer ‘I walk’ – because I still breathe."

05/09/2025

The dragons are calling.

Not for glory.
Not for proof.
Not for false hope.

We call you because we know how it is.
We know what it’s like when:
- your hand forgets how to grip,
- your legs refuse to move,
- the world becomes too loud,
and you become too quiet.

We know what it’s like to walk through illness,
through silence,
through nights that never end.

But we also know this:
You are not alone.

And your story —
even if written through falls,
even if it has no happy ending —
has value.

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✍️ Share your story

You can:
- Write in the comments (you can stay anonymous),
- Send me a private message,
- Or use [link to form – if created].

Your words are yours.
I will keep them.
And if you wish — I’ll share them (without your name, if you want).

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🐉 Why are we doing this?

Because:
- Walking is an act of freedom.
- Speaking is an act of resistance.
- Sharing is an act of courage.

And we are the Dragons of Fruška Gora —
not because we are strong,
but because we don’t stop.

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🌿 This message is for everyone who:
- Lives with MS, ITP, or chronic illness,
- Hikes, walks, or lies down — but still breathes,
- Has a story no one has heard,
- Wants to say: "I am here."

Virdar burns.
The dragons awaken.
The path continues.

04/09/2025

This is not a beginning.
This is a continuation.

For years, I’ve walked the trails of Fruška Gora.
Not to prove I can.
But to feel that I’m alive.

I walk with weakness in my leg.
With spasticity.
With impaired vision.
With ITP — where a fall could mean bleeding.
With MS — where the signal from my brain never reaches my hand.

But I walk.
Because while I move — I am not lost.
While I breathe — I am not dead.
While I write — I am not silence.

This page will not be about "inspiration."
Not about "heroes with disabilities."
Not about false light at the end of the tunnel.

This page will be about truth.
About bloodroot.
About hiking as resistance.
About illness as a character, not a diagnosis.
About Virdar, the red dragon, whispering from the shadows: "I am here."
About Lupardor, the beast of wolf, leopard, and eagle, walking beside me.
About Silence, the most terrifying of all — because it doesn’t scream. It just exists.

Here, I will share:

Excerpts from the book "Bloodroot Path",
Recordings from the trails,
Stories from the mountain,
And the voices of those who still walk.
Because I am not alone.
And neither are you.

I am Dača.
Here, on the edge of plain and peak,
on the border between falling and rising,
I am writing a book not for publishers.
I am writing it for those who know:
Walking is an act of freedom.

Welcome to Energy & Freedom with Dača.
Where salvation is not expected.
Where the decision is made:
We go.

🐉 Virdar burns. The dragons awaken. The path continues.

04/09/2025

"The season isn’t over. I’m not done."

The Vojvođanska Trekking League has 8 rounds.
I missed the first one.
But I didn’t give up.

So far, I’ve completed 3 races.
I’ve walked trails from 15 to 17 km.
I’ve covered over 45 km across terrain that brings:

Steep climbs,
Rocky paths,
Wind, rain, heat,
And that moment when your legs whisper: "We can’t."
And I say: "We go."

My total time on the trails? 15 hours, 46 minutes, 23 seconds.
And this isn’t the end.
I still have 5 rounds to go.

I walk with weakness in my leg.
With spasticity.
With impaired vision.
With ITP — where a fall could be dangerous.
With MS — trying to tell me: "Sit down."

But I have something it can’t take:
The will to keep moving.
The love for the mountains.
And the freedom to choose — every morning — to stand up.

I’m not "a person with disability."
I’m a hiker.
I’m a guide.
I’m Dača.

And this season?
It’s not over.
I’m not done.

If you’re fighting too — I see you.
If you want to live fully — I invite you to walk with me.
Because freedom isn’t in the legs.
It’s in the heart.

07/08/2025

🔄 Going in circles – but never giving up.

I’ve been in network marketing since 1999.
Years of trying. Companies. Products. Promises.
Each time – a new spark, a new pitch, a new start.
And then… another reset.

To be honest – I haven’t made it.
Not part of that 1% who “succeed.”
But here I am – still standing, still trying.

Because if life insists on going in circles,
let it be a circle of your own making.
One where you grow, fall, learn, and get up again.
No filters. No fairy tales. No fake smiles.

I may not have a “big success story” yet.
But I do have persistence.
And sometimes, that’s enough to keep walking.

If you’re on a similar path – you’re not alone.
You don’t have to quit if there’s even one reason left to go on.

17/07/2025

🔥 Bloody Root, Chapter: Too Alive to Shut Up 🔥

You know those mornings when your body whispers it’d rather be a rock than a man?
Then whispers again — through your knee, spine, eye, nerve — all at once?
Yeah, that’s my daily greeting.
There’s no “good morning.”
Just “good luck holding it together.”

And then someone says:
“But you look great, I’d never say you’re sick.”
Thanks, friend.
Apparently, I should wear a jacket that says Autoimmune Apocalypse
and leave a smoke trail just to look sick enough.

Here’s the truth:
It’s not the limping or the fatigue that hits the hardest.
It’s having to explain pain that’s invisible.
It’s watching the “normal” world like a theatre where no one knows the ticket price until the curtain drops.

But I’m not here to whine.
Or play the victim.
I wasn’t made to whisper.

I was made to roar.
I was made to burn.
I was made to rebuild from the ashes.
Even when every nerve screams don’t.
Even when stress hijacks my gait
and walking becomes a negotiation with gravity.

Because I’ve got one little thing hell will never have:
Defiance.
And a bloody, stubborn love for life.

So no — I won’t slow down. Not yet.
But I’ll learn.
Learn how to slow down on the inside.
Because out there, it’s still cafes, stares, misunderstanding, and unbearable tension…
…but inside —
inside, I’m already lighting a new fire.

And let this world know:
I’m not your inspiration.
I’m your warning.

03/07/2025

https://bloodrootpath.wordpress.com/

A pagan soul on fire — walking naked through pain, myths, and bloodroot scars.

03/07/2025

"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life.
When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I wrote ‘happy’.
They told me I didn’t understand the assignment.
I told them they didn’t understand life."
— John Lennon

🩸
I understand it now.
Happiness isn’t a goal.
It’s the decision to keep walking —
even when your legs burn,
even when the world calls it failure.

🔥 Welcome to the Bloodroot Path.