(Passage from Mirror 06 · The Holder)

The sixth mirror taught you endurance.

To be the one who stays.
The one who understands.
The one who “doesn’t make problems.”

You held on when others let go.
You waited when others walked away.
You clenched your teeth when something in you screamed that it was too much.

And nobody told you
that what you hold for too long begins to rot.

You didn’t crack then.
You didn’t explode.
You didn’t make a scene.

You just started disappearing from the inside.

This mirror doesn’t arrive overnight.
It comes after years.

After:

• clenched jaws
• swallowed words
• turning your eyes away from your own truth
• being “mature” while others were cruel
• being “reasonable” while you were being hurt

This rage is not an impulse.
It is an archive.

Every moment when:

• someone crossed a boundary — and you moved it back
• someone took more — and you gave
• someone didn’t listen — and you spoke softer

It remembers everything.

This is not a mirror for reflection.
This is a mirror for confrontation.

Not with others.
With what you did to yourself.

Because the truth is:
you were not always destroyed by others.
Sometimes you handed yourself over, piece by piece,
so you wouldn’t lose love, peace, work, a relationship, an illusion.

And this part of you doesn’t want to be wise anymore.
She wants to be real.

She is not your “dark side.”
She is your last line of defense.

She is the part of you that says:

• enough
• stop
• no
• never again

Without explanation.
Without diplomacy.
Without needing to be good.

She does not want to be loved.
She wants you to stop betraying yourself.

Because if it doesn’t:

• it turns into self-attack
• into illness
• into endless exhaustion
• into contempt for yourself
• into a quiet hatred of life

Rage without an outlet
always finds its way inward.

And then it starts devouring:
your energy
your body
your will
your “I want.”

The Devourer arrives
to stop that.

Don’t ask: “is this appropriate?”
Ask:

• where I was crossed
• where I stayed silent while I wanted to scream
• where I was loyal at the cost of myself
• where I allowed myself to be diminished

Let it hurt.
Because only then does rage appear.

Not elegant.
Not controlled.
Real.

This is not an affirmation.
This is the point of no return.

If you say it —
it means you’re ready not to be the same woman anymore.

This mirror does not work without release.

Reading is not enough.

Do something that is:

• not pretty
• not reasonable
• not for others

Scream.
Write something you will never show anyone.
Move like a fight.
Say the words you were always afraid of.

Don’t stop when you feel relief.
Go a little further.

You will not feel peace.
You will feel relief without apologies.

You won’t be “better.”
You will be irreversible.

And only then can you move forward —
into The Graceful One —
not as a woman holding fire inside,
but as one who has already released it.