Hi peers, it’s me — Stefanie Anna.

An ordinary girl.
Well… no. A woman, actually. Grown up, apparently — they say that’s what 40 means.
I don’t know exactly what I’m thinking starting a new blog.
There are millions of blogs already. Some shiny.  Some wise.  Some yelling into the void.
So, who would want to read another one? Ey?
We think we have something to say. Something important.
But then — boom — the world gets loud, our inner critic louder, and suddenly we’re small again.

Doubting. Hiding.
Asking: “Who am I to write? Who am I to speak?”
But here’s the thing. This doesn’t feel random. This feels real.
This feels like something my soul has been whispering for a long time.

I’ve called this space Your Dose of Happiness.

And no, I’m not here to sell you a 5-step formula to joy.
I’m here to tell the truth.
My truth.
About the mess, the magic, the struggle, the sacred — all of it.
The weird beauty of the in-between.
Right now, I’m writing this from the other side of the world — Australia.
The same place where my healing journey began two decades ago.
And now, all these years later, I’ve returned.

》New chapter. New life. Family in tow.
Same soul, still searching. Somehow.《

Sometimes you think you’ve made it.
You’ve done the work. You’re finally happy.
You feel like you’ve crossed some invisible line into peace.
And then God whispers, “Not yet.”
And suddenly, you’re back in your bed, tears on your pillow, questioning everything.
It’s humbling.
It’s hard.
It’s holy.

I’ve walked this path long enough to know it doesn’t always look like progress.

Sometimes it’s more like spirals — or circles — or just stumbling forward in the dark.
I don’t always know where I’m going.
I just know I’m not going back.
I can’t.
And maybe that’s enough.
I can’t change my past.
I can’t predict my future.
But I can choose how I show up now — in this breath, this moment, this truth.

And today, I choose to write.

To open this door.
To say yes to the next layer, the next unravelling, the next remembering.
This blog is where I’ll meet you — and myself.
It’s a space for the things we usually hide.
♡ The sacred rage. The cracked-open beauty.

♡ The awkward conversations with God.
♡ The deep belly laughs that come out of nowhere.
♡ The tears that don’t ask for permission.
♡ The human stuff.

So if you’re here — “Thank you.”
I hope these words feel like a hand on your back.
Like a breath of fresh air.
Like a tiny voice saying: you’re not alone.
Let’s walk this path — wobbly, wild, and wide open.

With love,
Stefanie Anna
P.S. This is also a place for you to land — when you need a reminder that you’re not alone, not broken, and never behind.