Finding a Voice

  What hurts me the most is not the mistakes or misunderstandings, but the lies. Every time I find out that you were not truthful with me, a part of my trust breaks. I have always tried to stand with sincerity and honesty in this relationship, so being lied to repeatedly hurts deeply. From the very first day I met you, I feel like I have been facing lies in one form or another. Tell me honestly — have I ever intentionally lied to you or hurt you the way you have hurt me? You do not know what I have been going through for the past week. I stayed silent, carried everything within myself, and slowly started losing myself in the process. Something feels stuck in my throat — pain that I cannot even express properly anymore. I have changed a lot, and I can feel it. Maybe I changed only because of my children and the responsibilities I carry. I don’t expect perfection from you. I only wanted honesty, even when the truth was uncomfortable. Trust is built through honesty, not promises. ...

 Today I understood one thing — my dreams never deceive me. Somehow, they always foreshadow the truth. What hurts the most is not the truth itself, but the fact that you lied… just like always.

  Someone truly understands another person’s pain only when life makes them experience it themselves. Empathy is not taught through words alone; sometimes life teaches it through situations. For the past three and a half years, I worked with complete sincerity, dedication, and commitment, always giving far more than what was expected of me. During one of the most difficult phases of my life, when my son was in the ICU, I hoped for at least a little understanding, empathy, and fairness from the institution I served wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, the lack of support and justice caused me immense mental stress and emotional pain. I never expected special treatment — only humanity during my hardest days. To those who questioned me asking, “Why can’t you come for just one hour?” — it is not merely a one-hour process to come to an institution and take a class. During the toughest days of my child’s life, as a mother, my foremost duty was to stand beside my son. In such circumstances, ...