And now the aftermath!
Coming back to the UK I found myself getting lost in desperate thoughts and slowly falling into a mild depression.
During my time in Turkey I had to face a personal matter away from my family as well. One of my favourite, most playful souls passed away. Rocky boy, I will never forget you. During the same period my lovely grandma was also giving her own fight. And I was away.
When I came back to the UK, I was in a deep shock, feeling helpless, angry and disappointed. I tried to fake it and act OK, so I made a few important steps that I was quite proud of.
A month or so after my return to the UK, my grandma passed away. And again, I was away.
I felt vulnerable. My motivation once again was non existent. I had so many different feelings at the same time. I was completely lost. I’ve never felt as homesick as I felt then.
Looking back, I was in a deep state of grief and my motivation regarding music was gone. I was afraid of what would happen next. I could not face going back to my previous job.
I tried to take a break to get my thoughts in order and concentrate. It was hard. Being away from home and not being able to say a last goodbye to the ones I had lost made it even harder.
Yiayia mou I miss you already
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