Honestly, idk what “home” even is. Guangzhou is filled with childhood trauma. NYC is filled with school problems. Same with Philly. My household was dysfunctional, I mean, to be clear, it was nothing like alcoholism or gambling or any serious things like that, but I’m pretty sure my parents were (undiagnosed) bipolar. My mother would tell me how much she loves me, then later tells me how much of a burden I am. Idk… Home is just a concept I daydream about. Didn’t feel like I belong in school, nor any sense of safety at home.
Damn, sorry to hear that. I hope you can find some solace and stability going forward. It’s tough addressing the baggage our parents give us but it’s worthy work. Just know their traumas don’t need to be yours. They’re a reflection on them, you didn’t choose this life or subject them to anything.
Honestly, idk what “home” even is. Guangzhou is filled with childhood trauma. NYC is filled with school problems. Same with Philly. My household was dysfunctional, I mean, to be clear, it was nothing like alcoholism or gambling or any serious things like that, but I’m pretty sure my parents were (undiagnosed) bipolar. My mother would tell me how much she loves me, then later tells me how much of a burden I am. Idk… Home is just a concept I daydream about. Didn’t feel like I belong in school, nor any sense of safety at home.
Guess why I developed depression…
Damn, sorry to hear that. I hope you can find some solace and stability going forward. It’s tough addressing the baggage our parents give us but it’s worthy work. Just know their traumas don’t need to be yours. They’re a reflection on them, you didn’t choose this life or subject them to anything.