I’m still struggling from an upbringing of so much change. Moving every 3 years to a new country, having no stability, always somewhere foreign where I would make friends and the lose them as we move away.

I don’t have a home anymore, I’m still living and trying to do my best. I have a good job, I have no debt, I’m trying to be positive and happy but I’m not.

I feel alone, all the time, I spent years trying to be someone else. Be someone positive and happy, but when I’m alone I just want to sit alone and cry as I’m so tired.

I did everything that was asked. Put on a brave face when I had so much change, tried to be a role model in the family, tried to be talented and I studied so much that I was falling asleep at school.

I wasn’t allowed to be sad, when I was depressed and anxiety was going out of control…

I tried to be everything you wanted as a son, and now I’m approaching 29 and feel I don’t know who I am and what makes me happy anymore.

Why did you never ask how I felt in all the years? I’m still struggling with all the demons from the past..