Greetings from the geography where hopes that raise their heads lose the sparkle in their eyes.

And greetings from my self, which tries to keep hope alive but is about to lose its point of resistance.

Greetings from 4 walls, from an exhausted story that rambles with dreams.

Greetings from my self that consoles the love it has not seen with the dreams it dreams with songs.

It’s not a simple sadness, unfortunately, as time goes by I become less and less able to endure this nonsense.

The darkness and forests that I was afraid to think about have now turned into despair where I cry as I think about the end of my suffering.

What can heal a soul that has fallen on its face because of hardship and has turned into a little child because of its constant depression?

Even if there is such a medicine, I think I don’t want it anymore, it scares me that I have burned all my ships. I don’t know “What should I do?” I’m trying my best but in vain. I don’t even speak English, but I write a blog in English using artificial intelligence. It’s not enough. I need something bigger.

I was supposed to do this with enthusiasm and happiness in my eyes, but unfortunately this is not the case. These are the lines that I console myself with to survive. I write in order not to hurt myself, but at the same time I feel like I am walking to that terrible day whether I want to or not. It feels like my end will never change. I am surrounded by a great and terrible despair and a desire to die. I have become someone who does not want to overcome it or live. Not being able to get out of this country and geography, not being able to be a woman, not being able to realize anything I want… My worries are killing me. I know that you have to have a talent to make money, but I wish I could make you feel what I am going through.