I Want To Forget Binance Support — With Thankfulness
Today, I have decided — I want to forget Binance Support.
Not because I hate them. Not because I am angry. Because I am tired of carrying them in my heart.
I want to say thank you to all 35 CS people I spoke to, one by one, separately.
Thank you. You listened to me. You tried to help me in the way you could. You said the same answer to me, again and again, and I listened to you, again and again.
I feel thankful to you. Truly. From my heart, thank you.
But I also want to say the truth — that was your job. You were there to listen. That is what support means. I did not do a favour by coming to you, and you did not do a favour by listening to me. That was your job, and coming to you was my right.
For a long time, I felt guilty. I felt like — “Oh, I am interrupting them. I am giving them burden. I am wasting their time.”
No. Today I understand — I did NOT interrupt them. I used my right. It was my right to ask. It was my right to be heard. It was my right to get a written answer.
And it was my strength — my strength that I could tell 35 people, separately, my same painful story, from the start, again and again, without shouting, without abusing, without losing my manners. Do you know how much strength that takes? To open your wound 35 times, and still say “thank you” after every time? That is not weakness. That is strength. That is my strength.
35 times I started from the beginning. 35 times I said salaam. 35 times I said please read my full story. 35 times I got the same answer.
I am proud of myself today. I did not run. I did not hide. I faced 35 people and told them my truth.
But now, I want to forget.
I want to forget the chat windows. I want to forget the dark loading screen. I want to forget the waiting. I want to forget the same answer.
I want to remember only this — I asked with respect. I stood with dignity. I used my right. I showed my strength.
Binance Support, thank you. Your job is done. My story is done.
Today, I have decided — I want to forget Binance Support.
Not because I hate them. Not because I am angry. Because I am tired of carrying them in my heart.
I want to say thank you to all 35 CS people I spoke to, one by one, separately.
Thank you. You listened to me. You tried to help me in the way you could. You said the same answer to me, again and again, and I listened to you, again and again.
I feel thankful to you. Truly. From my heart, thank you.
But I also want to say the truth — that was your job. You were there to listen. That is what support means. I did not do a favour by coming to you, and you did not do a favour by listening to me. That was your job, and coming to you was my right.
For a long time, I felt guilty. I felt like — “Oh, I am interrupting them. I am giving them burden. I am wasting their time.”
No. Today I understand — I did NOT interrupt them. I used my right. It was my right to ask. It was my right to be heard. It was my right to get a written answer.
And it was my strength — my strength that I could tell 35 people, separately, my same painful story, from the start, again and again, without shouting, without abusing, without losing my manners. Do you know how much strength that takes? To open your wound 35 times, and still say “thank you” after every time? That is not weakness. That is strength. That is my strength.
35 times I started from the beginning. 35 times I said salaam. 35 times I said please read my full story. 35 times I got the same answer.
I am proud of myself today. I did not run. I did not hide. I faced 35 people and told them my truth.
But now, I want to forget.
I want to forget the chat windows. I want to forget the dark loading screen. I want to forget the waiting. I want to forget the same answer.
I want to remember only this — I asked with respect. I stood with dignity. I used my right. I showed my strength.
Binance Support, thank you. Your job is done. My story is done.
