I have been so lucky to live the life I have, as I have had so many great circumstances and opportunities. I grew up in a nice area with loving parents. I had my own room filled with toys and clothes. I always had good food and clean drinking water. I had water, soap, and shampoo for bathing. I had a wonderful education, access to great medical care, and my parents were financially stable.
But I feel like I do not reflect that. I was bullied (physically and verbally) heavily in school up until my freshman year of college. When I was sixteen, I was put in a near-death experience by someone I was close to. These situations define who I am rather than the great life I am so lucky to have been given. There are so many people out there in the world who dream of a life like mine, but I have it. And I feel so guilty for that.