MELTEM ARIKAN

Türkçesi  aşagıda 👇 I once believed I was broken. Too intense. Too disciplined. Too impatient. Too slow to start. Too fast to speak. Too deep to fit in. Too much and not enough all at once. I didn’t know my brain was wired differently.  That my nervous system wasn’t faulty, just sensitive.  That my constant state of overwhelm wasn’t weakness,  but a response to a world that demands masks and punishes difference. It took years of self-betrayal, trying to match the rhythm of a world built for neurotypicals,  Before I realised I was dancing to a different beat all along. After my teenage years, including two months in a mental hospital  where  doctors told me I was gifted,   For years, through different therapists, I came to believe  I was made up of many different versions of myself. So I thought I understood myself. But there’s a difference between thinking you know who you are and facing that truth when no one is watching without s...

  Türkçesi Aşagıda👇 I’ve always felt different. Too much. Too intense. Too easily overwhelmed. Knows too much but believes too easily. My existence has always been a chain of contradictions. I was born into chaos and silence in Turkey. At five, a car crash shattered my family. My mother never came home. Grief arrived early, and never really left.  It learned to live in me, quietly. I wrote to make the world bearable and to wrap words around the ache, to bring order to the noise. But I still didn’t belong. They called me sharp-tongued, dangerous, unruly. One of my books was banned. I was judged, criticised, and reduced. So I masked. I doubted myself. I learned to disappear while appearing strong. No matter how much I created, something kept pressing in, like I was made of static in a world that only accepts silence and smoothness. In 2013, my absurdist play Mi Minor,  a mirror held up to imagined power, became the target of a hate campaign. They said I inspired ...

  Türkçe'si aşağıda👇 Carl Jung said: “Wounded healers bring deeper empathy, patience, and acceptance to their clients.” I didn’t just learn this, I lived it. Through collapse. Rebirth. Silent cries. I met trauma not in theory, but in raw, unrelenting life. And I learned: Transformation doesn’t come from knowledge. It comes from being seen. From connection. From surrender. From deep listening to the self. There’s no single method. No fixed map. We are all different, and we all need different paths back to ourselves. No one else can walk your road. You are not here to fix or carry others either. Healing isn’t about handing over your power, It’s about standing fully in yourself, without waiting to be saved. Don’t give your will to anyone.  Because no one can rescue you. No one holds the key to your becoming. And the moment you stop outsourcing your truth is the moment your absolute path begins. I’ve learned this the hardest way. My life has been cracked open and rebuilt...