At home. I was abused by my family members ever since I was young. At a young age, I had thought if suicide. I don't understand why these things keep happening to me! Life is so unfair...
I had good grades. I am a student body government. I even volunteered with the community and many other things. I was everything that every parent wants their kids to be. I knew it was wrong and I need to do something about it. but how...?
I didn't want to die or harm myself, I didn't know what to do as in my family culture, we aren't supposed to share your feelings. I know something is wrong. I need help. I need to take action. So one day, I built up my courage and seek for help.
I went to see the counsellor. However, my parents thought I was selfish and refuse to give me permission to take any medication. As such, I have to walk in and out by myself.
I was lucky. I had a sister who encouraged and supported me throughout this whole process. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have got to where I am now.
I learnt that once in a lifetime, everyone will have ups and downs in their life. They shouldn't escape it but strive to overcome it. I wanted to be better and inspire to be better too.
I didn't want others to feel alone and depressed like I did. I wanted to give others hope and as such, I decided that I had a responsibility to share my stories with others.