Emotional Border Letter - Derya's Promise To Herself
Emotional Border Letter - Derya's promise to herself
You don't need to understand anymore.
It's not for you to weigh, measure, question the feelings I'm experiencing.
I opened up to you, I wanted you to hear my voice.
But every time you tried to pull me into your story.
By ignoring my story.
Now I am silent. But this is not a defeat.
This silence is not an escape.
It's a limit.
It's my right to protect myself.
It's my right to choose my inner peace.
This is my determination to stand on my own side from now on.
Keep everything that is rightfully yours.
I will no longer carry burdens that are not mine.
I let go of guilt, obligation, shame.
Because I want to walk only with my essence.
I owe only my own heart.
And now I pay that debt:
I forgive, love and protect myself.
This is my inner farewell letter.
Not to you, but to myself, whom I have silenced in the past.
I exist now.
And that's how I'm okay.
-Derya
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On the eve when spring takes flight,
Hızır walks in golden light.
Wishes tied to branches sway,
Hope will blossom with the day.
Leap the fire, let shadows burn,
Luck will turn as seasons turn.
Dance upon the waking earth,
Miracles are given birth.
Water whispers, winds conspire
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In beauty I walk
With beauty before me I walk
With beauty behind me I walk
With beauty above me I walk
With beauty around me I walk
It has become beauty again
It has become beauty again
It has become beauty again
It has become beauty again
I hope someone out there do that about me
“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.”
— Shahrazad al-Khalij
That's the only right thing, even if it hurts. Better to be alone than in fake relationships
My Mom once told me that she walked into a room where a couple of friends were discussing her, they didn’t know she was there. She shook her head, smiled and walked away. 🕊
My Mom also told me that she had a friend who talked bad about her, she never knew that Mom found out, Mom never mentioned it. She smiled and walked away from this friendship. 🕊
She told me she had family who chose to shift her out of their life because she stood up for herself for a change. And because she stopped crossing oceans for them when they would not even help her cross a bridge. She smiled, shook her head and walked away. 🕊
So I asked her how she could just walk away from people that betrayed her while pretending to be her friends or family? 🕊
She answered that every time she came to a crossroad like that, she had to decide who will be going forward on her journey with her. This showed her who she cannot take along with her. 🕊
So she explained to me that you should never get mad at a person who betrays you, even in the name of friendship or family. Just gracefully bow out and enjoy your journey with all the new people God puts in their place. 🕊
You are free to fly wherever you want
“The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is, there’s no ground.”
— Chogyam Trungpa
Definitely 🥹
I like to help. But sometimes I also want help.
I'm good at giving.
I listen, I'm there, I support, I carry.
It makes me happy when I can do someone good.
But deep inside me there is also a desire:
For someone to be there for me.
Not because I have fallen.
Not because I'm strong.
But simply because sometimes I don't know what to do.
I want to learn to accept help - without
without feeling bad about it.
Without having to give back straight away.
Without thinking about whether I'm asking too much.
I want to trust.
That I don't have to do anything to be kept.
Also my greatest fear
One of my greatest fears is I will die without finding a single soul who knows what to do with all this fire behind my eyes.
Cindy Cherie
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