Other:
I was going through a major depressive episode that had me thoroughly down to the floor and felt like I couldn't move because of the paranoia that I felt for five years.
I mean I was
nine years old when I started to become depressed.
Sorta intro I've never shared:
I will never forget the day that I saw that tall girl at the airport in New York.
For the untrained mind she seemed normal, perfectly normal, but for me she was a revelation. Who ever that girl was, an absolute stranger that I did not even get the chance to see her face, she changed my life.
I no later than five minutes left my flight from Istanbul to New York, and I was on American soil for the first time in my life. All those who have been on my flight were either other immagrants or average Turks, who did not dress or look too different than myself, but the airport was something else.
You can see the clash of the cultures coming through this port of the world, but this girl that I saw for no more than ten or so seconds opened my eyes.
It may sound silly, but I've never seen a real girl, a grown girl, wear shorts in my life before. This girl was wearing a pair of black shorts and a red tank top, looking as absolutely unconsirned about it as I've ever seen a person. I was nine years old, and I wasn't even allowed sleeveless shirts and here was a girl that was so much in contrast.
The first thing I thought was that she's going to hell for that. That voice in my head was strong and resolute, but it wasn't alone. There was another, smaller quieter voice.
I wish I was her.
It was small and impossible, but that moment, at nine years old, I took the first step on a road I was not aware I was on to self actualisation.
Thanks girl in the black shorts