First thing I want to say is thank you for taking your time to read this. I guess I should start by saying that my parents had me and my siblings at a really young age, so my grandparents were the ones to raise us. My parents separated when my dad went to the army, and he later on got remarried, had another child, and moved to the US. My mom was a nurse and she had another child with some dude, but we never really got to see her because of her crazy schedules. As we got older, our mom was diagnosed with Bipolar Disease. We still didn’t see her a lot, but when we did she would yell at us for no reason. She would yell at me the most; she liked to tell me I was only a burden for her and that I was a mistake.
When I got to 11th grade, I moved to the U.S with my dad because I was diagnosed with depression, and I had tried to kill myself a few times. When I graduated high school, I went back to my home country cause I had planned to find a job while I searched for a school to go to (I didn’t really do any of that in high school since I’ve always dealt with depression), but I came back to find out that my mom had already signed me up in some random school to become an English teacher. I told her that that’s not what I wanted to do, but she only said: “You’re not coming here to waste your time”. I decided to go to the school she had signed me up for, but at the end of the first semester I was feeling depressed again. I tried to talk to her. I told her that I didn’t like what I was doing; that I felt like I was just wasting my time. She got really angry at me, and pretty much kicked me out of her house.
I decided to come to the U.S with an aunt that had offered me to stay with her. When I got there, everything was fine at first. They helped me settle in quickly, and even help me find a job in a movie theater. There’s where I met my boyfriend. My aunt and her family are really religious, and I guess that the idea of me going out with someone bothered them. They started treating me different, and throwing hints to get me to move out until one day they actually kicked me out. Luckily for me, my boyfriend’s family opened their doors to me like I was part of the family already.
After a while, I lost my job at the movie theater because of a misunderstanding. My boyfriend was pretty much taking care of both of us cause it took me a few months to get another job.
Now I’m working at a dollar store. Trying to save up for a car so I can move around and find a better job. Next week I will be starting a Class D License Course that cost me $227. I was lucky that they let me do a $117 deposit because if not I wouldn’t had been able to pay for it. I have to pay the rest the first day of the course. I’m hoping that it goes well for me because I’m already starting to feel depressed again.
Thank you for reading,