I began to realize the differences of my situation as a first generation immigrant and that of my mid- to upper-middle-class peers. I began to feel a sense of alienation, an imperceptible wall that would not allow me to communicate effectively or connect fully with others. The lack of freedom resulting from my responsibilities only increased these feelings. Stuck in my depressed state, I was unable to fulfill what I had envisioned for myself. I had dreamt of a confident me, fueled by the guilt-turned-motivation to achieve a point in my life when I could give my parents everything they lost for me. I had dreamt of an engaged me, fully immersed in life and doing everything that I could to the best of my ability. I wanted to be class president, a track star, a social butterfly. Instead, I began to lose myself in the disconnect. I became dispassionate towards life and an even deeper feeling of guilt
I began to realize the differences of my situation as a first generation immigrant and that of my mid- to upper-middle-class peers. I began to feel a sense of alienation, an imperceptible wall that would not allow me to communicate effectively or connect fully with others. The lack of freedom resulting from my responsibilities only increased these feelings. Stuck in my depressed state, I was unable to fulfill what I had envisioned for myself. I had dreamt of a confident me, fueled by the guilt-turned-motivation to achieve a point in my life when I could give my parents everything they lost for me. I had dreamt of an engaged me, fully immersed in life and doing everything that I could to the best of my ability. I wanted to be class president, a track star, a social butterfly. Instead, I began to lose myself in the disconnect. I became dispassionate towards life and an even deeper feeling of guilt