BTD's Story
There's a certain kind of pain that comes from living in a house where no one truly supports each other. Where every dream you have feels like a threat. Where standing up for yourself turns into a fight, and trying to explain your heart only gets you yelled at—or worse, talked about behind your back like you’re the enemy.
Growing up in this kind of environment has left me drained. It’s made me battle depression, mood swings, and panic attacks so heavy that sometimes all I can think about is packing my things and leaving for good.
I get it. I know they want the best for me.
I know when they were young, life was harder. I know immigrant parents don’t always believe in things like depression or therapy. But just because I understand where they come from doesn’t mean the pain magically goes away.
It doesn’t make it easier when the people you love the most are the ones who stand in the way of your happiness. It doesn’t make it hurt any less when your dreams are treated like betrayals instead of hopes. All I’ve ever wanted was to choose a life that feels right to me — not one built on fear, guilt, or obligation.
At the end of the day, you only get one life. And you owe it to yourself to live it the way you know is best.