I was only sixteen once…
I had dreams. Simple, ordinary, but pure dreams. But my life was suddenly dragged into darkness. Those days tore me away from who I was. I was forced to grow up with all that pain.
For years, I stayed silent. The screams inside me could never come out. While people laughed and moved on with their lives, I was living chained to my past. All the cruelty they did to me wounded not only my body but also my mind. One day, I met depression. I became a psychiatric patient. Living with bipolar disorder means being strong one day and completely shattered the next. And always alone.
A baby girl came into my world during that time… a tiny hope born in the middle of darkness. The first time I held her in my arms, I felt both overwhelming love and deep fear. I promised myself I would protect her.