Gitme Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan May 2026

The rain in Istanbul didn’t just fall; it blurred the edges of the world, much like the static in Selim’s mind. He sat in a corner of a smoky Galata café, the neon sign outside buzzing a frantic rhythm that matched his pulse.

"Selim, we talked about this," she said, her voice trembling. "The sadness here... it’s swallowing you. I can’t stay underwater just to hold your hand." Gitme Burdan | Mabel Matiz Antidepresan

"I'm not," he said, his voice cracking. "I'm just asking for a little more time before the lights go out." The rain in Istanbul didn’t just fall; it