the mid-20s are weird and confusing. I’m detaching — from people, habits, conversations, even parts of myself I thought were permanent. It’s not burnout, it’s awareness. And yes, others see it too: “You’ve changed.” But that’s not the problem — that’s growth.

It’s hard to make sense of everything when your mind can’t label it yet. And for the ones who don’t know what to say: maybe silence is smarter than pretending.

Also, I’m so getting into Matcha. No turning back.

ahan bak ben sana söyliyim. 1 dakikalık ses mesajı geliyorsa o işte bir y@vşaklık var. İnsanların zamanlarını gereksiz yere harcama. kendi gününü planlayacak raddeye geldiysen de, bunu kendince artık kabullenip insanların enerjisini gereksiz yere harcama. Ve Şerbo izlemek artık alışkanlık oldu. Hani evine komşunun çocuğu gelir de seninle oynamak ister ya ? aynen öyle bir durum.

şey .... unuttum

In this episode, I open up about the feeling of being disconnected — not just from the world, but from your own spirit. That quiet emptiness no one sees, but you carry it everywhere. We talk about how trauma, people, and life itself can pull us away from who we really are… and what it takes to find our way back. This one’s for anyone who’s ever felt numb, unseen, or just tired of pretending. It’s not about having all the answers — it’s about learning to listen to the whispers within.

Because sometimes, getting lost is the first step to finally being found.

Während alle "für Gott" gefastet haben, habe ich einfach für ihn überlebt – umgeben von Hunger, ASMR Gebeten, Eier Atem und familiärem Cringe. Am Ende war Bayram keine Erlösung, sondern eine spirituelle Therapiestunde die in mir sehr viele offene Fragen hinterlassen hat. Das schlimmste ist .... das war eines der "guten" Ramadans.

Ramadan ist da, also Zeit für spirituelle Erleuchtung! Oder eher: Fasten, Jammern, Essen zählen und andere dafür verurteilen, wenn sie nicht mitmachen. Ich spreche über alles, was mich an diesem Monat nervt—von der fehlenden festlichen Stimmung (weil wir es leider nie gelernt haben) bis zu den selbsternannten Haram-Polizisten, die nur Fasten als religiöse Pflicht kennen, aber ihre Zunge nicht mal zwei Sekunden zügeln können und der Mundgeruch stärker als der Iman ist.

Wenn du gerne getriggert wirst, Elhamdulillah ist das deine Folge.

ps: ich wünsche euch und euren Familien eine schöne Fastenzeit <3

New city, new life-same damn personalities haunting me like unpaid bills. I swear, I can't escape these copy-paste people. In this episode, we're diving into why we keep attracting (or being haunted by) the same energy, no matter where we go.

Also, let's talk about a certain coworker who's giving me major flashbacks to an old close friend-the one who vanished the second she got a boyfriend. Relationship prison really does claim its victims, huh? Buckle up for some spicy reflections, brutal truths, and a little existential dread.

Guess who’s back? (Not that it matters—you were all irrelevant without me.) Welcome to another season of broke spoiled hot, where I remain undefeated, unhinged, and unapologetically better than you.

This episode? Oh, just a little warm-up. A casual reminder that humility is a scam, I have no god, and my ability to talk sh*t is stronger than your will to improve your life. We’re covering everything: poor life choices, why I still run this show, and the harsh reality that some of you should’ve been left behind in the last season.

So sit tight, stay fragile, and get ready for another season of me carrying the weight of this podcast industry on my back. You’re welcome.