"I've never truly complained to anyone.
And the few times I tried, my feelings were dismissed — as if they were nothing.
They would say, 'You don’t even have children or a husband. Why are you stressed? Your life is comfortable, and we provide for you.'
Over time, I began to hate the fact that my family spends money on me.
I can't work — not because I don't want to, but because they don't allow it.
So what am I supposed to do?
This world I live in... it feels less like a life and more like a collection of commands.
I love them, truly I do, but I'm exhausted.
Even when I keep my pain silent, they still belittle it — thinking they're easing my worries, but only making the weight heavier.
Since I turned twenty, I stopped showing my emotions.
Not because I don't feel, but because it felt safer to hide.
Everywhere I go, it's the same questions:
'Are you in university? What's your major?'
And inside, I want to scream:
'Please stop. Stop asking.
Why is someone without a degree seen as a failure?
Do you think I chose my mind, my struggles, my path?'
When they tell me, 'Don’t worry,'
like a reminder that they don't truly see the war inside me.
When they ask about university,
it's not concern I hear — it’s blame, it’s judgment.
And when they say, 'We provide for you,'
it feels like their love has conditions,
as if I must constantly apologize just for existing.
No one ever told me the truth.
So let me say it to myself now:
I am trapped — between expectations, silence, and a heart that has been screaming for far too long."
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