Growing up, I always felt like the black sheep of the family. My parents seemed to favor my siblings, who were more successful and wealthier than I was.
The constant comparison and lack of support made me feel worthless and unloved. The resentment built up inside me, and I reached a point where I contemplated doing something drastic just to find peace.
One day, in a moment of desperation, I decided to take a knife and a bowl and then went and hit it under my parents...CONTINUE READING