Growing up in Jamaica was something. My family's expectations were sky-high, and as the oldest kid, I felt like I had to be perfect. My grandma always said, "Don't show your emotions, it's a weakness." So I learned to bottle everything up.
When I moved to the US at 15, I thought college would be my escape. But the pressure to succeed almost consumed me. I graduated top of my class, got my bachelor's and master's, and now I'm working on my PhD.
But the thing is, I wasn't okay. My dad and some family members didn't accept me for who I am (I came out at 16), and it hurt like hell. I felt so alone.
I tried to put on a brave face, but honestly, I struggled with depression. It was like this dark cloud following me everywhere. I didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to face anyone.
Yet, in the midst of this pain, I've found solace in the unwavering love of my mother and siblings. They've been my safe haven, embracing me with unconditional acceptance. And then, I met the love of my life, my wonderful wife, who has brought joy and light into my world.
Honestly, depression still sucks. Some days, I feel like I'm drowning in emptiness. I'll be surrounded by people, but it's like I'm completely alone. Nobody gets me.
There are times when I wonder, "What's the point?" Like, what's stopping me from just vanishing? It sounds crazy, but it's true.
The worst part? I'm a psychologist. It's ironic, right? I'm supposed to help others, but I can't even fix myself.
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The Eeire Town
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