Breaking Free: A Journey from Hurt to Healing

Fake people seem to be everywhere, don’t they? They wear masks of innocence while hiding their true selves. It’s a rough reality, but that’s just how people can be. You’d think that parents—the ones who are meant to be our biggest supporters—would understand us better than anyone else. Sadly, that's not been my experience. 

They claim to pray for my success and happiness, and while I genuinely want to believe that, the truth is that I’ve never felt their support. My parents have fixated on my grades and accomplishments while completely ignoring the struggles with my mental health. It’s like they’ve been unaware of the turmoil in my mind, the silent battles I’ve fought, and the pain that’s often gone unnoticed.

I can’t recall a single moment when I heard genuine praise or encouragement from them—except when they were trying to impress others. Those words feel hollow and insincere, as if they’re just trying to present a perfect image of parenthood rather than embrace the real, messy truth of my life.

Somehow, I’ve managed to carve out a path for myself, fueled by a strength I believe comes from the Almighty, Allah. Honestly, I’m not the most religious person, but I strive to be a decent human being despite the hardships.

Recently, I faced another wave of hurtful words from my mother: "You can't even keep the house tidy. It's a mess! After your wedding, go find a place of your own. Don’t come back here." Those words stung, but all I could muster was a quiet, “Thank you, Mak Ayah.” I felt a weight lift as I realized I will no longer step foot in that house.

It's been a journey full of unhappy memories attached to my childhood, and I have to acknowledge the lack of support and understanding I've received. It’s clear that my happiness has never been their priority, and it’s time for me to bid farewell to that chapter. 

I’m not a child anymore; I’m growing up and moving on. Thank you, Mak and Ayah, for the lessons, however painful they may be. It’s time to find my own way. So long, and goodbye.

The greatest wedding gift from my parents is the strength to stand on my own and the courage to embrace the future.