I must be severely deluded to miss where I grew up. I was never born there, and my nationality is not from there. But why the ■■■■ do I miss it? Nothing ever good happened in both countries anyway so me thinking about the places I hung out with friends and did stuff must be a huge delusion on my end.
I was never going to immigrate, just stay with parents, and neither countries want me anyway. Why do I think that places actually want me and why do I ■■■■■■■ miss it although I can never return there? I have no friends anyway.
I just hope I can get rid of this delusion somehow. I’m not from there.
I find myself wanting things in my past that really weren’t that great at the time. Maybe it is some kind of survival mechanism, so that if, God forbid, I did end up in one of those places it wouldn’t be totally horrible.
It’s hard for disabled people to migrate because they are a burden to the healthcare system.
I just consider myself lucky that there is free movement in the EU, so there are several countries I could migrate to within Europe including my favorite.
I hope things work out for you and that you start feeling better more frequently.
I wasn’t born there. I grew up there from age 12- 22.
The thing is my cultural identity is largely from where I grew up because I was a kid in elementary school where I was born and bullied most of the time.
I was never wanted by anyone there because I got cut off from the community there after moving here. I can never go back because I’m disabled now. I suspect no one back there wants me.