The Weight of Pressure 🪨

I now understand the full extent of the pressure I’ve lived under… I’m actually not free to go anywhere, not free to have hobbies, not free to eat and drink what I want, not free to make friends, not free to dream, not free to follow my dreams, not free in my personal choices, not free in my sexual orientation, not free in my gender identity…

Childhood 👶

Throughout my entire childhood and youth, my family imposed a pressure whose magnitude I couldn’t fully grasp. I grew up under incredible pressure for everything I did—or didn’t do. I was never allowed to make decisions on my own. And they always had disgusting excuses: to “protect” me, as if they were the only ones raising a child… Words can’t fully explain the wrongs done, but I’ll give a simple example to help you understand my feelings.

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Wrongs Happen Silently ⚡

Now imagine you’re walking down the street, it’s noon, everything is calm, and you’re peaceful and happy… Suddenly, a gunshot rings out. A fight between two people ends with one dead, the other fleeing. Police and an ambulance arrive shortly after, all within an hour.

Did the world change because of this? No! Yet this is one of the greatest crimes… Why did nothing happen? People continued their lives just minutes later, animals passed by the body, and street vendors kept working. Then it’s forgotten.


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Chains on My Being ⛓️

The feeling of all the wrongs done to you is like this: an indescribable depression and turmoil that makes no sense to anyone else. The wrong happened to you, and only you can truly understand it.

All the wrongs my family did were like this… Most of the time, it was family fights and shouting… A careless, two-faced father who never kept his word, and a mother who never said a kind word to her child, only applying pressure with constant curses and insults… Siblings whose opportunities were stolen by their parents… Overly conservative and foolish people… The traces of their foolish pride still show in their miserable lives. How do they comfort themselves? I don’t care, I have no love or respect for any of them.

I was a small child growing up amidst all these problems. They made excuses for every wrong done to me, saying everything they did was for my own good… But they gave me nothing but harm. May God never forgive them.


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Loneliness and Resilience 🌧️

I was constantly in despair and unhappy, but no one cared. So I would just sit aside, pray, and cry… No one noticed my suffering, no one cared about my feelings. Now, when I see their faces, I feel nothing but hatred. Disgusting people. What did I do to deserve all this?

Of course, thinking about all this doesn’t always feel meaningful for my future, but sometimes a person just can’t bear it alone—they need someone to tell, and this is what I’m doing. I’m telling you.


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Adriana’s Wings 🕊️

After all this, I decided to bring Adriana’s Wings to life. Every day, I found more reasons to gather courage, and today we are here. Maybe there’s still no “significant success” yet, but we will succeed—because we must, and because nothing we went through should have been in vain.


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