When I really needed an escape

Everyone has their own stories to tell, some, a simple anecdote made things easier. I have always assumed that an escape is really needed when and if I was talking to a bored or shitty person on a date or in a bar, then probably a tall dark and handsome guy will swipe me away, well that's how far my fantasy goes.

Ever since, I could remember, at the age of 5 or maybe less, our house, the rented apartment we stayed in, was on fire, the house was a two-story building. I don't even know how the fire started but they said it was caused by a gaseous leak from a gas shop apartment below us. The 'boom' sound-triggered my tiny legs, they skipped on the already slanted corridor, maybe it was my eyes that became slanted, I can't say because even in my flashback, all I could see is the same slanted passage. At that moment, I didn't remember my parent or even my little brother, I don't even know where they were, I just kept running, till two big black hands carried me over a fence then, everything went black.

But now, I needed an escape from life itself. The year 2018-2019, was a transformative year for me to say the least, the previous year 2017, was the year I completed my country's compulsory paramilitary and humanitarian exercise, then my search for a job began. In 2 months of staying at home, I got a job but, after spending a year and some months, I was sacked with no reasonable explanation. First, my self-esteem declined then, it was in chaos as every attempt to get a job became futile. I felt, stupid, dumb, like a failure, I was almost suicidal nothing I did or tried really helped. I stopped eating, going out, I didn't bother to submit CVs anymore. I was running so low on funds, wallowing in self-pity. At that point, I really needed an escape, you could call it a 'job-escape'.

In one word, WRITING came through to me, it was a tool in the escape that paved the way for me to an unknown world. Now, it's 2020, despite the corona 'bruhaha', I realized that what we've been through only makes us stronger, if we want it to. How to escape and when to depends on us literally, we just have to perform an action.

What I did was to write it all down, everything I was feeling, how I was feeling, now I even have a writing blog.