Hi to all. Today I want to start the story of my life, which is in some way different from each of you... Let me introduce myself, I am 33 years old, born in Malatya, Turkey. I was the only child in the family. My parents had a bad relationship because of my father's drinking. Eventually they broke up. Unfortunately, I lost my relationship with my mother because she started another family, she didn't want to see me, and we don't communicate anymore... I devoted myself to my father, who loves me very much. The family issues I went through caused my psyche to be troubled. I indulged in drugs, I looked for medicine in them. Later I went to jail...
The reason I went to jail was because I got into a fight and so I punched the person in front of me badly. He hit his head on the pavement when he fell. I fought to defend myself. He fought me like he was going to kill me. He hit me with an iron. Fighting is not good... because of their anger, people can cause irreparable damage to their lives. He was in a coma in the hospital. But, thank God, he survived.
I realized what I did wrong during the time I spent in prison. You have to learn from each of your mistakes so as not to repeat the same mistakes.
It gave me a clear idea of life while I was living in prison. There was a lot of time to think... I served 6 years and 2 months...
I will continue my story...