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𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢ğ𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐳 ş𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐥ı𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝ığı𝐦ı𝐳 𝐤𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞ğ𝐢𝐥. Bunu çocukluğumuzun, ailemizin ya da eski ilişkilerimizin üzerimizde iz bırakması gibi açıklaması kolay bir yerden söylemiyorum. Daha rahatsız edici bir şeyden bahsediyorum: İnsan bazen kendisini, tam da kendisine karşı geliştirdiği savunmalar…

There are people who leave a life without leaving the city. The street remains. The house remains. The balcony keeps its shape. The curtain still falls in the same folds. The same bus still stops at the same stop. 𝗔…

For months, something had been humming underneath my life. Very low. Very committed. I could be having a genuinely good day and it would still be there, doing its little shift in the basement. Coffee, work, running, dates, dinners, Amsterdam,…

 I have often thought that waiting is mistaken for time. It isn’t. Time keeps moving with the same indifference whether we are waiting or not. Waiting alters something else. It changes the weight of each minute. It persuades the body…

Modern breakups rarely end. They just slowly downgrade into emotionally confusing subscriptions. Some breakups end in chaos. Blocked numbers. Public crying. One person moving somewhere else and suddenly becoming really into ceramics. But most modern breakups don’t actually end. They…

At first, his emotional unavailability looked sophisticated. The no-social-media thing felt attractive. The privacy felt mature. The emotional distance looked disciplined instead of evasive. He worked constantly. Stayed busy constantly. Moved through life with the efficiency of someone determined never…

I was on the phone with my sister the other day, the one who used to scare me into crying when I was little by telling me I might die, and somehow seemed to enjoy it, even though she was…

I’ve been trying to name what this is without immediately diagnosing it, packaging it, or romanticizing it into something more palatable. It’s not just overthinking. That word feels too small like trying to fit an ocean into a teacup and…

I downloaded a dating app for the first time at an age where your knees sometimes make a noise when you stand up too fast. Not loudly. Just enough to remind you that you’re no longer in your “I met…

As a certified herbokolog (a Turkish word we jokingly use for someone who thinks they know everything!) , of course I was eventually going to write about this topic too. And one of the best decisions I made this year…