I am 27. I realized my difficulty growing up with my Mom having Schizophrenia. I had never shared that with anyone in school or college. I thought I grew up normal until one day, I became close with an older friend. Since then, I realized that I grew up by myself. My Father was working all the time and could visit the family only 30 days a year. My Mom is still alive, we have a caregiver but I do not have a relationship with her. I never got the love or relationship with my parents. I moved to a new country, made deep intimate friends, realized my childhood difficulties. I moved around for a new job and I had no time to take care of myself, no friends around. I decided to quit and visit my family again in my country to refresh my roots.
Confessing to the community