I am not one to always complain about life because I am eternally grateful for everything I have. Although there may be random times or bad days when, more often than not, I feel unloved, inadequate, and misunderstood. This is inevitable, but it also is temporary. Gladly.…
"Why won't you go with other people? Isn't it sad going all by yourself?" These are questions that people always, always ask me. For the longest time, my answer to this would be just to shrug and say, "I don't know." But in reality, I perfectly know why I go and explore alone. I know, and today, I'm telling you my side of the story.…
You see, when I was younger, I would always write down my dreams and goals in life in bullet points. This was a trait that I have adapted in my early adult life. I would write down my plans and goals in the years to come, then I would obsess about it. More often than not, these plans have changed. I might have lost my cool whenever these…
As I was rummaging through my hard drive to find some photographs from the past summers, one thing has struck me. I have always carried my camera around me wherever I go, but I have never gone in front of the lens. There was no photograph of me, at all. Not ones that I liked, to be honest. I have already spent three summers in New York and…
If there is an important thing that keeping a journal has taught me, it is this: life changes constantly, and it might suck now, but tomorrow it will be better. This journal is my current one and I got it from a local boutique in Istanbul. I have lost count on what number this journal is, but I know one thing: I will never stop documenting and writing…
I've felt more at home with strangers sitting on a beach in a secluded island in Thailand, than sitting in this dining room with people I've known all my life. I've never felt so uncomfortable that all I wanted to do is go out and cry because it made my heart so full. I've never met so many judgmental people who look down on a specific person just…
I have been feeling a bit depressed lately. It isn't my choice to feel this way, and I feel like I have no control over it whatsoever, but it is making me feel anxious. I used to feel really embarrassed when it comes to my mental health, but I feel like it's about time I should address it and maybe, write about it. So here goes.…
I was scrolling through Facebook and I saw this photo from one of the inspirational pages that I follow. It says, "If it's not going to matter in five years then you shouldn't spend five minutes being sad about it."…
Now here's a scary thought: self love. I always thought that loving myself before others was wrong and selfish, so I pushed my personal needs and feelings aside so I could focus on others. I always told myself that it's better this way, and that it was the right thing to do...or so I thought.…