I’m 19 years old, an immigrant from another country. And now I live in usa since 3 years ago. And since then, I’ve been working every single day. I even stop going to school to help support my family.
I barely hang out or have a social life. Now we have a family business, its not going well, I do my best, but my mom always blame me and my brother. I feel sorry for him, he is 17 years old and have to go trough all this economic problem. I work at least 13 hours a day. I’m not tired, idk what I feel. Stress, smy mom yell every single day, acting like she is the only one who work for us. When I get extra money, I help to pay business bills, and sometimes I treat myself such as game console, and she always say that I spent too much money for myself not caring for anybody.
Here is the fact, we were rich back then, and she went back and forth to usa and our country to do her things. I went with them a few times. (My dad passed away when I was 3). She bought car everytime she visit city or state, yes bought not rent. I never had that kinda of good life like she did. She was bankcrupt or something like that. N I had to live with my own with a very limited money, I felt very poor.
I don’t know… its just really stressing.. I really want to go to school, have friends, n work for somebody where I know how much I can get in a month. I told my mom we shouldn’t open a business, we better work for somebody else (we had an offer to work at some places), and she was like, you have a mental of slave. And everytime I say that we have to sell the business, she always say that I have a mental of a slave. Even her friend said pretty much the same thing. You are asian, its hard to work in the office or high class jobs. I said to myself, if he can’t do it that doesn’t mean I can’t do it. But that repeats over and over again in my brain, and it seems like I’m giving up. Since I’m not doing school anymore. Well I do it online, I have a few more courses to go. But I get to tired after 13 hours of working. I tried to study during slow hours, but my mom keep saying stuff that makes me down and useless. Or when she doesn’t, I can’t focus on my study, thinking about bills,and taxes..
I don’t see future in my life, cutting myself used to make feel better, but now not anymore. Suicide seems like the only choice, but I’m afraid of how much pain I will get. And if I keep my life I know I’m going crazy. I sometimes thing how it would be like if my dad was still alive. And why god keeping me alive to go trough all these? Why doesn’t He take my life away, right now…
The only thing that keep me alive is my brother…