When running aways comes 360°
Normally my canvas is a pen and paper, but let’s give this a shot. Hi. Perhaps I’m a little naive, or maybe just a hopeless dreamer. Let me give you some context: my country’s been in a bad place for a while now. There’s been this overwhelming sense of stagnation, of hopelessness, that seems to hang over everything. I got my bachelor’s degree, and from that moment on, I made up my mind - I needed out. I thought, if I could just get away from all of this, if I could go somewhere new, I would start over. I imagined a fresh beginning, as if I could leave behind all the weight I was carrying: the depression that clung to me like a second skin, the panic attacks that left me gasping for breath, the unrelenting voice in my head that constantly told me I wasn’t enough. I thought, maybe, just maybe, if I could cross the Mediterranean, everything would magically change. Like I would take a sip of some magical elixir that would erase it all. I’d leave behind the version of myself I hated an...