Hello friends!
My name is Lena (Yelena). I'm going to turn 30 yo in a few days!
Guess what? I'm not afraid anymore!
It's just a numeral, and nothing will change on my birthday. My hair will not turn gray, and my teeth will not fall out. I will remain the one who came to this date.
Women are very worried about their age, successes and achievements. We constantly compare ourselves with others people - colleagues and girlfriends. And we notice every vital point by which we lag behind others. I'm not an exception.
Because of my troubles, I stopped sensible assessing myself, I had many complexes, lack of self-confidence, my knowledge and skills. Thoughts that I'm worse than others, both externally and internally.
The main thing is that my life has turned into a routine. Most of life was devoted to work, stable, but not loved. I came to life only on my vacations, when it was possible to escape to the other side of the world from colleagues and worries. Sri Lanka, France, the USA ... 26 countries for 10 years of travel. But always I returned home, to people who understand me poorly, to the job that kills me.
Depression enveloped my entire daily life, and I seize my problems with delicious food. Vegetarian, but still harmful to me. Only food gave pleasure to boring weekdays. Sport helped to cope with the passive lifestyle. And I came to the conclusion that something is wrong with my food.
There was a period when I lost weight by 25 kg (55lb.) through severe diets and raw vegan food. Eventually, I couldn't keep weight at the same level, because I returned to normal vegetarianism. Fasting and smoothies didn't have a long effect and violated constantly. This went on until then my best friend 
And I start it!
It's been 7 days since I'm on the freshly squeezed juices, and I don't feel hungry. I just stopped thinking about food, except for rare cases, when I remembered my favorite smells in the cafe and the market. The weight is melt away, my mood is on the rise, and I'm ready to become a raw vegan.
I did it!
This time I won't crack a record and drink juices for a month. I'm "coming out" at the end of the second week, pack up my big suitcase and go on a creative vacation without a return ticket.
I have already written a letter of resignation, and I don't want to spend my life and health to hated work and to people indifferent to me. That's how I'm going through my crisis of 30 years of age.
I take it as a chance to change everything.
Santa Barbara, California, USA. September 2014.