Especially when l was depressed. I closed my own home, and ı asked myself : why why why.
I accuse myself of all the questıons I could not find answers. for example, normal people go out and spend time with friends for to get through depression. But l can not do like this. l know, All I’ll will do is sewing my eyes on the carpet and thinking for hours. I can find a million things to get out of that mood. I look at the carpet again and think, 'what is one million things?'