No — I didn’t write every single word of this alone. Yes — I used ChatGPT to help me.
And no, I’m not ashamed of that.
You shouldn’t be, either.
Why I Use AI
Because – maybe like you
I overthink every sentence
I want to say everything, all at once
I get emotionally tangled in what I’m writing
I’m afraid I won’t sound as “powerful” as I feel inside
And when I try to write alone, here’s what often comes out:
A Real Text I talked into ChatGPT (Before Any Help)
“I don’t want to take this idea. I kind of want to write about the fact that… …the more we try to become a version of ourselves… …that’s better, slimmer, richer, fitter, more good-looking, whatever it is… …we tend to forget the process of having fun. For me, too. The hard truth is, after work, I’m staying at home, scrolling… …getting the new idea, getting a new insight… …trying to read books for the next hint that solves our problems. But then I came to the conclusion that I forgot how to be happy. I always think about my job that I don’t want to do anymore. I’m making less than I deserve, quote-unquote. Yes. And I want to write about that.”
That’s me. Word for word.
No edits. No punctuation fixes. No structure. Just my brain, spilling raw truth.
What ChatGPT Helped Me See
I wasn’t lost. I was feeling deeply. But the text had too many pauses, too much build-up, and not enough clarity.
Together, we shaped it into this:
“I’ve been grinding to become the best version of myself — fitter, smarter, more disciplined. But in the process, I forgot how to be happy.
After work, I just sit and scroll. Searching for the next book, the next insight, the next solution. Always chasing a fix.
But lately I’ve realized: I’m not broken. I’m just disconnected from joy.
I miss laughing. Resting. Just being human.”
Same soul. Less noise.
Why I Share This
Because you’re like me.
You feel a lot, but it comes out tangled.
Your words don’t land like your thoughts do.
You write with heart — but get lost in your own mind.
You’re just in the middle of becoming fluent in your truth. Yes, you should write more, think more, work more.
But what if you don’t even have energy for yourself at the moment?
Especially if you are busy workwise, with family, other responsibilities.
If life feels empty and heavy?
Why I Still Use ChatGPT (For Now)
Because it helps me:
Reflect without spiraling
Stay in motion when I want to quit
Say what I mean — without drowning in it
Keep writing, even on days I feel like a mess
This isn’t cheating for me. It’s a bridge between the man I am — and the man I’m building.
And I won’t apologize for using every tool I can to speak the truth.
I stopped beating myself down with thoughts like:
I never really wrote, of course I’m bad
No one will take me seriously
I’m making a clown out of myself instead of “grinding hard”
Think about it
You don’t need to be a perfect writer. You just need to be an honest one.
Even if that honesty sounds like:
“Hey… I needed help writing this.”
If you’re someone with a voice that gets tangled in your throat — I feel that.
You are not weak for it. You are trying to build – something that lasts.
Something that’s …
you.
Final Words
I hope this post helps you exhale a bit more. Be kind to yourself.
DM me what you think on X. I’ll read it – whether you’re struggling or simply feel seen by this.
A Journal from June 17, 2025 A Tiny Library, a Good Book Deal, and a Feeling I Couldn’t Explain
A Stop at the Little Library
On my way to a small lake, I walked past the little library in our city. It’s small, unassuming — one of those places most people ignore. But today, they had a sale: one euro per book. They were organized in small boxes outside of the store.
Two of those interested me a lot, so I picked them up:
One on something called Reconnective Therapy, about healing through reconnecting with the energetic body
Becoming Older Like a Gentleman – Between Engagement and Idleness
The Thin Man Behind the Glass
I stepped in and greeted the man behind the glass. He was thin, well-dressed, with black glasses and a kind of calmness that made me stop for a second. Not just calm — intelligent. The kind of intelligent that doesn’t have to speak much.
It was fascinating how he radiated knowledge, almost like he held ancient secrets. There was something mystical about him. Not in a spiritual woo-woo way, but like he knew things the rest of us forgot. I don’t know — maybe it was the ancient-looking books behind the glass.
I asked him about Nietzsche and Machiavelli. He didn’t say much, just guided me silently to the back, to the Philosophy section. No Machiavelli, but lots of Freud. Some Nietzsche. A bit of Seneca.
The Books I Chose
I picked up two:
Nietzsche – Menschliches, Allzumenschliches, a book for free spirits, printed in 1994 — the year I was born.
Seneca – Von der Ruhe der Seele, printed in 1991.
They cost five euros each. I was asking him if he was ready to make a deal. He said, “We are doing that here all the time — 10 for all 4?”
He was amazing and also offered me to take a look into their external warehouse.
Reading Nietzsche with the Sun on My Face
I sat down outside with a clear view of the water, in the sun, with this amazing view. Reading Nietzsche in German, trying to focus. It’s difficult. Complex language. Old vocabulary. But I’m interested.
I found him through the psychologist everyone in the lonely self-improvement corner of the internet knows — Jordan Peterson.
Peterson said something like:
Every young man should read Nietzsche. Learn something hard. Sharpen your thinking. Learn to speak.
A well-articulated man isn’t just dangerous — he’s capable. And becoming capable, in Peterson’s words, is the antidote to bitterness and misery.
I don’t remember exact quotes. But I remember the feeling. Do what’s hard. Make yourself sharper. Aim for the highest possible good. That hit me.
So I gave it a shot. It’s hard. And after about an hour, I didn’t feel smart. Actually, I felt more like a failure. I didn’t understand half of what he was trying to say.
But I kept reading.
What I did catch was how Nietzsche wrote about being a Freigeist — a free spirit, someone who doesn’t just follow the crowd. He questioned whether God existed. He explained how science and philosophy are always clashing. And he asked: How can you know truth if you’re stuck observing everything through a human head? And cutting it off won’t magically show you an “afterlife” or a “dreamworld”.
For a beginner like me in his world, I understood why he was the “weird thinker in the mainstream” back in his time.
I probably misunderstood some of it. But still — something about it made me pause.
Then Came Seneca
Seneca was easier. Maybe not because the writing was simpler, but because my brain was already warmed up. Nothing stuck from it yet.
But I read for another hour. I stayed in the sun, flipping pages, taking sips of water, getting sunburned on my face, arms, and the insides of my legs.
I kinda look like someone attacked me with an electric iron, but it helped my heavy thoughts. It was very freeing.
And then I went home. I had a piece of steak and an egg. Drank more water. Sat with it all.
Something Shifted
It wasn’t about the books, really. It was about the moment.
I don’t know why, but this line popped into my head: “Hurry up, Firat. Your people are waiting for you.”
Sounds crazy, but I swear I heard this in a dream, looking up to “future Firat” while I was falling asleep to one of Chris Williamson’s podcasts a while ago. Like a version of me that’s already walked the path, already suffered through the fog, already earned clarity — and now he’s standing on the other side, sending me a message back through time.
That’s what it felt like.
A Thought to Leave You With
I don’t have the answers. But I do know this: Even something small — like reading a hard book on a sunny day, especially when you feel lost — can shift something inside of you.
And for the first time in a long while, loneliness didn’t feel like punishment. It didn’t feel like prison or hell.
Today, it felt like release. Like order, gently arriving in the middle of my chaos.
I’m not there yet. But I think I’m closer. And if you’re feeling like I was this morning, maybe try reading something that feels just a bit too hard. Sit in the sun. And listen for the version of you that’s already waiting up ahead.
You’re not “just thinking a lot.” You’re stuck. Looping. Scrolling, spiraling, second-guessing yourself over and over.
And then the guilt kicks in. “Why can’t I just do the thing already?”
I’ve been there too. And still am sometimes. I could reduce that to a minimum and still end up scrolling. It’s how it works if you don’t have “better things to do”.
Eventually, I realized something hard but freeing: Overthinking isn’t the issue. It’s knowing what to do — and avoiding it anyway.
What Actually Helped Me?
I stopped fighting my thoughts and started removing the noise.
I deleted Instagram. Then TikTok. Then Snapchat. All of it — gone.
Not because I’m super disciplined. But because I realized something dangerous was happening:
Social media wasn’t helping.
It was hijacking my attention.
When you take a step back, it’s insane. You’re sitting there on the couch like a shrimp, hunched over… …staring into a glowing alien rectangle that feeds your brain nonstop garbage:
“Give us your money”
“This sexy AI woman wants your attention”
“You NEED these protein pancakes”
“Here’s a game you didn’t ask for (with 97% ads)”
“Buy our course about socks”
Most of the things you want in life, right? Quick, easy and rewarding.
All of this while your real life sits in the background, ignored.
Meanwhile, your brain can’t focus. You can’t hear yourself. You keep spiraling because you’ve got no clarity — only stimulation.
Overthinking Thrives in Chaos
If you’re the deep-feeling type, an introvert, someone who grew up being hyper-aware… then overstimulation turns your mind into a prison.
Ask me, I feel hurt when someone ignored my “Hey, how you doin?” We are not different in this.
And social media is a never-ending stream of dopamine and confusion.
You already feel too much. You already think too far. Now you’re being fed more things to feel and think about nonstop.
At some point, it’s not about laziness — it’s about your nervous system being fried.
You’re Not Broken.
You Might Just Be Wired Differently.
Maybe you’re the analytical one. Maybe you’ve got neurodivergent traits. Maybe you’re the “deep-feeler” or “slow starter” type.
Or maybe you learned “helplessness” early in life. And now, when faced with action, you freeze.
Whatever it is — you’re not wrong for being how you are. But you do need a new strategy to get out of the overthinking cycle.
Here’s What Actually Works
These are the only things that have helped me stop the spiral, no course, no coaching — easy things you have control over:
1. Kill the noise.
Delete the apps. Put the phone out of reach. Block the toxic stuff. Reclaim your mind from the algorithm.
2. Act on what you already know.
That girl you’re texting who keeps it surface-level? Your girl is your peace — not your never-ending, unsolvable puzzle that eats your brain and chips away at your confidence. You know the answer.
That dream you’ve been postponing?
Writer — writes
Dancer — dances
Cook — cooks …
You know what step one is.
That anxiety you feel? It’s probably because you’re ignoring your gut — not because you need more answers. Because watching others do the thing you want to do feels like accomplishment to your brain. But it’s not. You only scrolled.
Start small. Do the boring thing. But do it now, not “when you feel ready.”
3. Accept your wiring.
You’re not a robot. You’re not lazy. You’re not broken.
You’re thoughtful. Careful. Deep. That’s a strength — but only if you give it structure.
Discipline. Boundaries. Purpose.
Trust your gut. If you think your writing is shitty, you don’t care — you improve. Use tools, get help, post anyway. And way, way less noise.
If You’re Stuck in Your Head — I Get It.
You’re not failing. You’re not weak. You’re just overloaded.
The world tells you to “man up” and “do more.” But sometimes, real courage is shutting everything down and doing less — so you can hear yourself again.
You don’t need another quote, hack, or strategy. You just need to act on what you already know deep down.
So today:
Turn down the volume. Take the first step. And remember — you’re not alone in this.
Someone needs your voice out of your struggles and how you crawled out of this abyss.
When You Can’t Move On Because Nothing Was Ever Clear
Some breakups hurt because love ends. Others hurt because it never really began the way you thought it did.
You Weren’t Lazy. You Were Just Lost.
When she left, I told myself:
“I should’ve worked harder.” “I should’ve been more focused.” “I’m lazy. That’s the problem.”
No. I wasn’t lazy. I was lost.
I stayed lost because I kept chasing someone who gave me just enough attention to keep me confused.
The replies were nice. But empty. The texts had emojis. But no real effort.
She said, “I care.” But her actions whispered, “I’m gone.”
She Didn’t Break You — You Broke Yourself By Staying Too Long
I’m not blaming her. But let’s be honest:
Some women know exactly what they’re doing when they keep you just close enough to stay on the hook.
And some men — me included — ignore their gut because we hope to be chosen.
I texted too much. Explained myself too much. Tried to be the “good guy” for someone who had already mentally checked out.
That’s not love. That’s self-abandonment.
The Gaslighting You Never Called Out
“Don’t be so dramatic.” “You’re overthinking.” “I just need time.”
You heard those words.
But you weren’t crazy. You weren’t needy.
You were reacting to inconsistency — and she blamed you for it.
That’s gaslighting.
It doesn’t have to be loud or evil to be damaging. It can be subtle, passive — the kind that makes you question your own worth.
And when it ends — you’re not just heartbroken. You’re confused, ashamed, and unrecognizable to yourself.
The Shame of Ignoring the Signs
You knew something was off.
You told yourself:
“Maybe it’s me.” “Maybe I’m imagining things.” “Maybe if I try harder…”
But those were breadcrumbs.
Small signs you ignored because hope wanted to win.
The shame isn’t in being fooled. It’s in staying too long after the doubt starts whispering.
The Project That Pulled Me Back to Life
There was always something I wanted to do.
Build something. Create. Write. Fix my health.
But heartbreak fogs your mind. It makes your purpose shrink.
Until one day, I just started. Not because I felt motivated. Because I was tired of feeling like a shell of a man.
Start the thing you said you’d do “one day.” Not for money. Not for revenge. But to remind yourself: You exist outside of her.
You Need a Mission — And You Need Real Friends
You need a mission. And you need friends who don’t just hand you a beer and say “move on, bro.”
You need friends who challenge you, sit in silence with you, call you out, and remind you who the hell you are.
Stop isolating. Stop stalking her social media. Start building what you were too emotionally drained to build when you were chasing her.
She might be someone else’s problem now. But you? You’re your own responsibility again.
What Helped Me Heal
Here’s what really worked:
Unfollow and block — not for drama, but for your own peace.
Tell two close friends everything — no filters.
Cold showers and gym — every damn day if you can. If not, try but do it.
Start a passion project, even if it’s messy. Blog, business, selling lemonade? TRY.
Accept the part I played in staying too long.
Journal every time I want to text her, if you don’t journal — speak in front of the mirror.
Forgive her — quietly, without needing her to hear it, but speak or write it.
Forgive myself — loudly, every day, in front of the mirror.
You Were Never Too Much — You Were Just in the Wrong Place
You’re not broken. You’re not “too emotional.”
You loved someone who wasn’t equipped to meet you at your depth.
That’s not weakness. That’s misalignment.
The kindest thing you can do now is walk away with dignity — and build a life no one can ever take from you again.
Not dreamy but realistic to your situation. No business contacts? No followers? No nothing? Doesn’t matter. You have capacity now to TRY to create it at least.
And “building a business or purpose” isn’t the golden key that solves everything. It’s more about finding something where you are in control again and where you feel seen and validated. Create something that comes from you, no matter if you cook, sing, train, or write.
So Pick Up Your Pieces
Start that thing. Text your real friends. Train your body. Fix your routine. Cry if you have to — then keep going.
You’re not healing for her. You’re healing to stop betraying yourself.
You are not less masculine or less of a man if you work with your emotions. Your future wife wants and needs that from you anyway.
Blocked her everywhere. Told yourself you’re done.
Because that’s what strong men do, right?
“Don’t be soft about it.” “Move on.” “Focus on yourself.”
So you do.
You go to work. You hit the gym. You talk to new people. You feel good… mostly.
But then… one of those nights hits. Quiet. Lonely. Heavy.
And before you know it, You’re unblocking. Scrolling. Reading old messages. Looking at saved photos you swore you deleted.
You tell yourself it’s nothing. Just curiosity. Just nostalgia.
But deep down?
You’re searching.
For One Message. One Sign. One Signal That Says:
“I still care.”
But it doesn’t come.
And the longer the silence stretches, the louder it gets. It’s not just that she’s gone quiet — It’s that part of you still wants to matter to her. Even if you’ve “moved on.” Even if you’re “strong now.”
And man… that truth stings.
The Grief No One Warns Men About
This isn’t a break-up story with fireworks. There’s no final fight. No dramatic goodbye. Just… distance. Coldness. Absence.
And that’s the worst part:
How do you mourn something that technically didn’t end — but is clearly gone?
We don’t talk about this as men. We don’t talk about how we sit at our desks, phone in hand, heart half-shattered. How we scroll, stalk, replay memories like they’re sacred footage. How we ache to be seen.
But I’ll say it boldly:
It hurts when she stops choosing you. Even if she never says it out loud.
You Don’t Just Miss Her — You Miss Who You Were With Her
At first, I thought I missed her.
But what I really missed… Was me.
The version of me that felt:
Confident
Attractive
Respected
Chosen
Full of possibility
That man disappeared when she did. And for a while, I didn’t know how to get him back.
The Delusion That Texting Again Will Fix It
Even now, part of me wants to message her again. I have her number. Her address. I could write something perfect, something kind. Just enough to open the door.
But I won’t.
Because I’ve learned something the hard way:
Needing someone to validate your worth will always make you bleed.
What we really want is peace. Not a reply. Not a second chance. Just a sense of “I mattered.”
And that’s something we have to give ourselves.
You Are Not Weak for Feeling This
You’re not soft for missing her. You’re not pathetic for checking if she’s online. You’re not broken for still hurting months — even years later.
You’re just human.
And maybe no one told you this, But heartbreak doesn’t need a dramatic ending to cut deep.
Sometimes silence is enough to split a man in two.
So What Do You Do With The Pain?
You sit with it. Not forever. But for as long as it takes to tell the truth.
And here’s the truth:
You don’t need her to see your worth.
You don’t need to be loved to be lovable.
You don’t need to be chosen to choose yourself.
You pick up the pieces. You rebuild your habits. You lift the damn weights. You eat well. You reflect honestly. You walk back into your own life like it still matters.
Because it does.
And Maybe…
Maybe she’ll never text back. Maybe someone else is in your spot now. Maybe you’ll never hear the words you’re dying for.
But if you can survive that — If you can live without revenge, Without closure, Without being chosen back…
Then you’ve already won a fight most never even name.
Because healing isn’t loud. It’s not a post on Instagram. It’s not the moment you finally forget her name.
It’s what happens quietly — When you keep showing up. When you stop checking. When you learn to love the man who stayed.
A story about rebuilding from emotional ruin, debt, and losing the man I once was.
Three years ago, when I was 27, I felt like I was at my peak. I trained regularly, had a good job, and was building a real business with a powerful woman in the offline world. I finally had that glimpse: “I made it.”
I even had a girlfriend — long distance, yes, but loving. She believed in me. Never doubted my words, always respectful, always kind. It was the most honest and peaceful relationship I’d ever experienced. I felt like that guy. The man who wins. The one with a mission and a queen.
But things unraveled.
I took on debt for the business. I wasn’t made co-founder. I got betrayed. Ended up 50k in the red. And somewhere in that wreckage, I started pasting my shame and insecurity onto the woman who’d only ever been kind to me. I ruined it.
That was the day I stopped trusting people. Even though she wasn’t the one who hurt me — she became part of that inner story. The belief that everyone eventually leaves or uses you.
And for a long time, I thought I missed her.
But today, I realize: I didn’t miss the “success” I thought I had. I didn’t even miss the “princess” I thought I lost. I missed me. The version of me that felt powerful, grounded, respected, and on fire. The man who believed he was going somewhere. That’s who I lost. That’s who I’m slowly bringing back.
My real strength?
I’m still working off that debt. June 25. Age 30. Still -35k. No handouts. No miracles. Just sweat.
I believe in earning my freedom. In my mind, I don’t deserve a shortcut — not until I’ve paid with effort. So I show up.
I keep these anchors:
Eat well
Train hard
Reflect honestly
Educate myself
…but I also:
Cheat here and there
Miss workouts or coast through them
Scroll to numb out sometimes
Skip the podcast and watch YouTube instead
So yes, I’m working. But I’m living, too.
Not like Goggins. Not all gas, no brakes. I don’t need to be a robot. Because when you’re a shattered wine glass, you can’t pour 400ml of wine into yourself and expect to hold it.
You glue one piece back. Then the next. Then the next.
That’s how I’m rebuilding discipline. With humanity. With self-respect instead of self-abuse.
What changed?
I stopped judging myself. Stopped living in that mental cage.
And I started trusting that messy progress is still progress. If you broke both legs, you’re not running a marathon in 30 days. But you can walk again. Then jog. And one day — if you still want to — you’ll run again.
That’s my story. Not a dramatic comeback. Just a man finding his way back to himself.
Copying is not learning. Copying is mimicking structure to feel safe.
Every time I wanted to learn something new, it was always the same routine:
I searched for the smartest-sounding text I could find, grabbed my pen and notebook, and started “studying.”
Let me translate that for you:
I was copying. Not learning.
It felt good. It looked good. I’d sit there for hours, filling page after page. I could even say things like:
“Man, I studied for 3–4 hours today. Felt the grind.”
But here’s the truth was:
I wrote 4,000 to 8,000 words a day. I was surrounded by information. But I retained almost none of it.
And the worst part? I didn’t even realize it.
Why?
Because copying gives you the illusion of mastery. You feel productive. Your hands are moving. You’re “doing something.” But your brain is passive. Your voice is silent. You’re outsourcing thought, not building it.
And for me? I realized I never actually trusted my own understanding. I just borrowed someone else’s and hoped that was enough.
So what changed?
I stopped trying to consume perfectly and started trying to own imperfectly.
I’d take one quote, one idea, and ask myself:
“How would I explain this to someone I care about?”
“What mistake did I used to make here?”
“How do I feel this in my body, not just understand it in my mind?”
That’s when my learning was finally effective
My memory improved. My voice got sharper. My beliefs started to become mine.
So if you’re reading this and feel stuck in your learning…
Maybe it’s not that you’re not smart enough.
Maybe you just never felt safe enough to trust your own mind.
And maybe today’s the day you stop copying.
Leave a comment or DM me with one habit you thought was helping you — but was actually keeping you stuck. Let’s grow with clarity, not confusion.
From Perfectionism to Progress: How Embracing Imperfection Changed My Journey
I used to think I had to be perfect before I could begin anything. That I needed the perfect plan, the perfect energy, the perfect timing.
That mindset kept me stuck for years. Quietly suffering at 140kg, smiling on the outside, but disconnected from myself.
At some point, I just got tired. Not just physically — mentally. I started showing up even when things felt messy. I gave myself permission to try, even if it wasn’t perfect.
That’s when progress finally started.
Today, I weigh 80kg. But that number is just the surface. What matters more is the shift inside me. I started to believe in myself again. Not because I hit some magical goal, but because I kept going — even when it wasn’t pretty.
I’m not a guru. I’m not here to sell perfection. I just wanted to document the journey, in case it helps someone out there feel less alone.
So I started posting on YouTube. Just simple, honest videos. My thoughts, my growth, my transformation. No filters, no fake motivation.
And if you’re on X, I post my thoughts and daily sparks there too:
Thanks for being here. If you’re on your own journey — whether it’s health, mindset, or just life — I see you. Let’s keep going.
I’m Firat, 30 years old, working as a male nurse for around a decade now. I built a skillset no PDF guide or YouTube video could ever teach me. From long shifts during day and night, I learned in the REAL WORLD, directly at the source of the problem. Seeing firsthand how tough and complicated, but on the other hand, how rewarding this work truly feels, made me think differently about life. It taught me resilience and the meaning of “being strong for the weaker ones.” And over time, I realized: helping people during my shift wasn’t enough.
I wanted to leave the world with more impact, growth, and freedom. I knew the impact I want to create couldn’t stop at just the patients assigned to me. That’s why I’m reaching out to you.
My “Click Moments” & What Changed for Me – How They May Help You
I had a few “Click Moments”—those tiny transformations, pivotal realizations, those perspective shifts, looking back on my journey. I want to share that with you. The bigger goal here: as you read about the problems I solved for myself, you’ll also get a glimpse into my thought process. Sometimes, hearing someone else’s perspective on the same challenges you face is enough to help you shift your own mindset. By reflecting on their journey, your brain naturally starts to see solutions aligned with your goals.
The Moment You Realized You Don’t Need Permission to Start
During my 10 years of recklessly following my goals and grinding, living the “toxic, self-destructive, sigma lifestyle”—let me translate that to you: living in isolation, cutting off contacts that didn’t align with my goals, unproductive learning, and being stuck in dopamine-heavy consumption cycles, keeping my mind stuck and insecure. My mind trapped in doubt and fear. I forged an unrealistic picture over time about getting rich easily and fast.
Everything sounded so amazing. The more content I watched, the more “capable” I felt. All the amazing, gold-advice I had in my head. My biggest asset? My intelligence and mindset. I felt unbeatable after watching all these professionals. Firat man, you are in that circle now! Congrats, bud.
… But, as you can imagine, reality didn’t share the same enthusiasm. It gave me a perfect uppercut, threw me around, and choked me out a few times.
What I wanted deep down in my heart—without realizing it—was to be recognized for the hard work I was putting in, the silence and the loneliness. I looked for feedback in the wrong places and for validation from the wrong people.
Yes, I know. It’s me. Thanks ChatGPT, Chris Williamson, Gary Vee, Thomas Frank, Ali Abdaal…
It finally clicked when I heard the same advice from all the people and sources I admired: start imperfect > not started. That was my turning point. I had been holding myself back all along. From there, my journey took a new direction. I started valuing ACTION over PLANNING/THINKING. DOCUMENTING YOUR OWN JOURNEY instead of IMPOSTER-SYNDROME/ACTING LIKE A GURU.
Own it. You are going into the unknown anyway—why not do it confidently?
From Consumer to Creator
Watching video after video, listening to endless podcasts, reading long articles—I consumed tons of content because I knew I could “achieve what I want.” I thought about content, planned it, even created it—half-assed. What wasn’t deleted by my insecure past self still sits scattered across my note-taking apps.
For what?
So I could look at it daily, just to beat myself down.
“What I wrote sucks. I can’t achieve anything anyway.”
“I sound like I’m pretending to be an expert. Delete.”
“I’ll always be stuck in my job. No one wants to read this anyway.”
The list was endless—excuses, self-doubt, reasons why I wouldn’t execute.
Then it clicked.
I wasn’t learning by consuming. Watching felt amazing, but I retained nothing. Real learning happens when you put things into the world and get feedback.
The content I created—deleted or buried in my files—has taken a thousand forms. YouTube scripts, blog posts, tweets, filmed videos. Almost living the “YOUTUBER LIFESTYLE FINALLY.” But instead of overcomplicating everything, I did one simple, structured, life-changing thing:
I took small steps.
Instead of trying to build the biggest self-improvement library in the world (because hey, I’ve been an expert for 10 years, right?), I just started writing.
Here on my blog. On X.
Simple. Small. No headache.
Now, I engage with my topics actively. I break them down. I explain them. And I actually retain what I learn instead of just consuming it passively. Working WITH and ON it, CREATING.
It changed me.
I never thought I could focus like this. But now? Firat is finally publishing consistently. He doesn’t beat himself up if he misses an upload or doesn’t like his writing.
HE. POSTS. ANYWAY.
AND YOU SHOULD TOO.
The Moment You Saw Structure as Freedom, Not Restriction
10+ years of professional overthinking left me frozen.
Before creating content, I’d “plan the outline” (EHEM—procrastinate). Two weeks later, I’d finally look at it…
…and go back to overthinking.
Listing reasons why this structure killed my authenticity, why it didn’t make sense, why I could write something more powerful, more real without it.
I wanted to give you value. So, in my head, it had to be long and detailed. That’s how I was trained. In my profession, I analyze, compare, outline, planning th—
… Stop.
Don’t be past Firat. Be present and future Firat.
Do this instead, past Firat:
Instead of long, over-detailed, “TONS of value”—
Try this:
A simple framework that actually makes you more free. A punchy little structure that keeps your writing sharp and effortless.
Past Firat trained with something like this:
Hook → Story → Aha Moment → Action → Close/CTA
That’s it.
Clear formats > Overcomplicated structures
With this, you don’t need to beat yourself down. You don’t need to plan for two weeks, feel overwhelmed, and quit.
For this structure, you only need your voice.
Yes, maybe that’s not how you “sound normally.” Maybe you want to be “the real me” when you write.
But what if…
Your “real you” doesn’t get attention? What if your “real you” sucks at persuasion and keeping people engaged?
From “What Should I Say?” to “What Do I Naturally Talk About?”
Yeah… EHEM—I mean, I struggled a lot with this. The confidence and the professionalism of all those YouTubers I saw was always fascinating to me. They always knew what to say, especially HOW TO SAY it. They hook you so much, talk like they know you, and even solve your problems on the go effortlessly. Guiding you to your next possible problems you could encounter, beautifully sitting in a big library for you to view. Sounds amazing.
But how in the world can I create a library of things when I…
don’t like to talk? I’m quiet, introspective, and definitely not that confident! People will laugh at me. I have zero followers, and I don’t even know what or how to talk about something I love, if I even know what that could be. Because, hey, that in itself is a hell of a project to begin with.
But it’s worth it.
Uncovering what your needs are can help you set your focus. I want freedom. That’s why I started posting my “words into the world” for now, not waiting for money to come first.
I’m here to create my own “needs-database”. It will make me money, yes. But more importantly, it will be a place of connection, judgement-free growth, and spiritual wealth.
Everybody on Earth has the same amount of time and free will. This is a space where people dedicate their time and free will to themselves, to ultimately serve others who face similar challenges.
The journey is what matters. Keep documenting with me, and start your journey, too. Someone out there needs your voice.
What’s Next?
In my next post, I’ll dive deeper into the power of consistency over perfection, and why embracing your imperfections will actually move you forward faster than aiming for flawless content. We’ll explore how real progress comes not from creating the “perfect” thing, but from getting something out there and letting the process shape you.
Stay tuned. Your journey is about to get a little easier.
Firat Akbas 