But in the end, I often think about what I did with my life. In the end, I am nothing; even a cockroach is better than me I guess...
Of course you are something! I remember, even when you were going through torment trying to flee the war, your thoughts were to help others trying to do the same.
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I still cannot believe I did that. I fled and decided to stay safe. I am still trying to figure out how and why I did that. A few incidents happened that I never mentioned anywhere and for those, I am in therapy now. Every single day, I visualize those and that is really painful. Like I said, a part of me is still stuck in the past...
There's nothing wrong with fleeing a war. You've done so much good because of your choice.