Now I breathe, it is scary, blurry, and kind of dark. But I breathe.

In 2 hours 26 minutes, I am going to be 26 years old. I wanted to celebrate my birthday by taking a breath after holding it for 26 years.

Holding my breath, at the beginning

So, the ones who know me in person, know the story of my first name. Tekin is the name of the doctor who saved my life during my birth. I don’t want to give much detail, but briefly, I did not breathe around 5 minutes when I was born. He made me breathe with artificial respiration. Then, my mom and dad gave me his name.

So, let’s start

So, after being a “good boy” during my childhood, the personality change that I had during my teenage years was pretty shocking for everybody around me, especially for my family. Fights with my parents every day, leaving the home and not coming back for hours without any information. Dad comes to school and hears a manipulated and exaggerated stories of my behavior in school. That old m.therfucker history teacher told my father that I climbed on the roof and made everybody dance, which is a total lie. I was in class, staying above the window sill, playing music in the class and saying “Everybody hands up!”. And this happens during a 1-hour lunch break. If you want to imagine the situation, here you go, the real images (but from old times) of my high school, it will help you imagine.