Why I Avoid Talking About Politics And Why This Is My First And Last Post

There are days when I feel like my whole country is stuck on a loop.

The same headlines keep appearing, the same scandals, the same familiar faces making the same promises that never turn into anything real. It feels like I am watching the same old film over and over, only with different costumes and a new release date. Corruption, lies, broken systems, and ordinary people paying the highest price. It is exhausting in a way that sinks deep into my bones.

For a long time, I avoided talking about politics. That choice was not about being ignorant or indifferent. It was about survival. Every time I read the news or scrolled through political posts, my chest would tighten and my thoughts would spiral for hours. I would lose sleep, lose focus, and feel this heavy mix of anger, grief, and helplessness. I realized that my mental health was crumbling under the weight of things I could not control, so I pulled back.

Silence became my shield. I muted certain words, skipped comment sections, and stayed away from heated discussions. I tried to focus on the tiny parts of life that still felt safe and manageable. My work, my loved ones, small joys, little routines. It was the only way I knew how to breathe in a world that felt constantly on fire.

This is why this post exists and why it will be the first and last time I write about politics. I needed to let these feelings out just once, to pour everything that has been sitting in my chest into words. Holding it in has started to hurt more than letting it out. After this, I want to return to protecting my peace, because I finally accept that my mind and heart cannot keep absorbing this chaos endlessly.

It is hard to look away when everything feels like it is falling apart. It feels wrong to stay silent, as if silence means I agree. Yet when I speak, it often feels useless, like I am shouting into a void where people cling to their sides more than they care about the truth.

I am tired. Tired of pretending this does not affect me. Tired of being expected to be endlessly resilient in a country that keeps asking for more strength and offering so little safety in return.

So this is my one post. My one honest confession about how all of this makes me feel. After this, I choose my peace. Not because I do not care, but because caring like this all the time is breaking me, and I refuse to disappear quietly inside a system that will not even notice when I do.


And yes… it triggered.