I love my parents, but in another life, I wouldn’t choose them to be my parents again. I’ve suffered enough as the eldest daughter, carrying responsibilities that were never meant for a child. I learned to be strong too early and to stay silent about the things that hurt me. I want to leave. Every day feels like torture, like I’m trapped in a life that doesn’t feel like my own.

I love them, but I’m happiest when I’m away from them. The distance gives me room to breathe and to feel like myself. Sometimes I feel guilty for wanting that space, but I know it’s the only way I can protect my peace. I long to escape this kind of life and build one where I’m not constantly overwhelmed or emotionally exhausted. I just want a life where I can exist without feeling like I owe my happiness to everyone else.