I can't say my life, apart from my mental health difficulties, has been difficult. Median class family member that never knew monetary difficulties, family members with good health (until know, if I forget depressive issues and personality problems)... I had always had good grades at school without much work and my family only expected it from me, as my only job.

Of course my mother is mentally ill, she has a personality disorder and sometimes is very hard to deal with her... And as a child I was physically and emotionally abused several times, even my parents loved and cared about me. They were only taught to parent like that, they had it worse.
I may say I am lucky, compared to many people, I certainly have been.
But today, for certain reasons, complicated to explain (professional future insecurities and some work I have to do and I fear it) I am thinking that life is really hard and uncertain.
I feel this way, but I know that compared to many people I don't have the wright to complain. My problems may overwhelme me, but perhaps they are small, and probably I am over reating.
Yet I feel that my breeding was unfair and mean.