At the ago of 8, I came to the US with my father and siblings. My mother stayed in behind with her mother. At that moment, I felt some degree of abandonment but thought I would be fine because I had the love of my life with me, my father. Little did I know that the person that I loved the most in the world would abandon me as well. He became a different person. I grew up in strange homes at the mercy of strange people.
I always believed that despite the hardship I had endured, I had turned out to be a "normal" person. But that's not true. I've been living a lie. I don't feel normal and I need help!!!!!!
My father passed away a few years ago and my life has been in shambles ever since. I drink depression pills, but even those don't seem to work sometimes.