It was so overwhelming, so hard, that I needed to talk to someone
I needed to cry, to complain...
I walked in to the health care center
and told the reception: "I need to talk to someone now", with tearful eyes
and there he was, my first therapist
"My life is great, I love my school, my major, and my job" I started.
"I have great friends and a lovely family. I love my home."
He stared at me, and said: "why are you here, crying?"
"I am so tired, holding this fantastic life together. I feel like I can't do it anymore..."
