Why I think my story should be told? Because it’s out of the ordinary, and a sign of our time at the same time. I don’t believe I, my little self, built this life on my own. Not the highs, nor the lows. But it’s a result of the time I grew up in. I am not a Boomer or part of Gen X. I am an
Xennial*. For a while I thought I was supposed to earn a living and raise a family. But how, if you spend your time obtaining a college degree, making a career and traveling the world? Let alone the fact your college sweetheart has his own goals and dreams, your parents are victims of a Global financial crisis and you become mentally ill because of all the stress posed upon you, because of it.
I had fun, I sure did, but I suffered too, more than anyone should suffer in a lifetime. I lost, again and again, while I did everything right and worked very, very hard like they taught me growing up. I asked God many times why this had to happen to me. But I had to figure that one out for myself. My dream is to lead the way for the Millenials and Gen Z, so they don’t have to suffer the way I did. I want to teach them what they don’t teach you in school: relationships end, a job is just a job and doesn’t last for a lifetime, people get sick, raising a family is not a given, but first and foremost, you can do anything, but you can’t do everything. That’s just life.