My journey through the world of addiction is woven with pain and repeated losses. Circumstances diverted me from education, leading me into an early marriage. Abandoned on what should have been my wedding day, I discovered the house I entered was no home—it was a brothel.
Locked doors and desperate circumstances kept me captive, subjected to torment, beatings, insults, and deprivation. A year filled with unimaginable suffering—repeated rapes, a forced dependence on Captagon and Hashish, and a life of selling drugs to survive. In the midst of this darkness, drugs became my escape, my illusory happiness.
My existence transformed as drugs seized control of my thoughts and emotions. Suicide attempts marked the depths of despair. After numerous failed escapes, I finally broke free, but the toll on my body was severe. Hallucinations, weakness, and a desperate struggle for survival led me to wander the streets, sleeping in parks to avoid the judgment of society and family.
Unconscious on a park bench, I found myself in a hospital, caught by Turkish police and deported to Syria. Now in a psychiatric hospital, my journey to recovery is ongoing. Filled with hope, I strive to cleanse my body of drug toxins and reclaim a semblance of normalcy.
