I wanted to be a medical doctor. I wanted to help people. I wanted to be looked upon by my colleagues, those who save lives, those who sacrifice some of their health and happiness for the sake of having a job where you heal the sick.

Not only that, I am extremely passionate about the "machinery" behind medicine. Granted, I am not someone who enjoys biochemistry and some of the other fields which are the backbone of medicine, as they're taught at the university level. However, if I could just find myself a little bit of place between the illness of myself and my parents, I could have just enjoyed the ride biochemistry is.

I could have been a neurosurgeon. Hell, I could have been the Director-General of the World Health Organization. It's easy to be skeptical about my statements, but I know what they are - an essential part of the truth of who I am.

But I am not fortunate enough to be so. Since my parents neglected my psychological and physical well being ever since I was a child, I am almost nothing. I can't even drive. I feel depressed whenever I think about this. There is no help for me. I am a goner.