We harden it to protect ourselves from repeated disappointments.
When we stop treating our heart like a fragile, living thing, it usually becomes one of three things: Men Bu Ureyimi Urek Kimi Saxlamadim
💔 Men Bu Ureyimi Urek Kimi Saxlamadim: The Weight of Unspoken Feelings We harden it to protect ourselves from repeated
If you are reading this and feeling the weight of your own transformed heart, remember this: remember this: The profound Azerbaijani expression
The profound Azerbaijani expression, perfectly captures that exact feeling. It translates to: "I did not keep this heart of mine as a heart."
We give pieces of it away until there is barely anything left for ourselves. ✨ The Cost of Silent Endurance