I have a confession to make, I have been keeping this a secret for as long as I can remember.
So much had happened that I think this is the right time to finally confess.
I was sexually abused by my biological father when I was young, it's hard to believe that I still remember it, clearly.
I knew it was wrong even then and there but I was young, I was afraid and ashamed to reach out to anyone, so I buried it.
Growing up with such memories were hard, especially being back home where such things were considered a taboo, that is also another reason why I left my country at a young age to forget about it in hopes I can move on.
I can't deny that it affected me greatly.
I turned to alcohol and drugs, anything that can make me feel something. I'm not proud of it but it is what it is.
I never understood why people look up to me, I feel like I'm fooling everyone.
I was a mess, just trying to achieve my dreams and forget about my pain.