I hit the boiling point a month or so ago and it wasn’t very pleasant. I told a close friend that the time had come for me to see a counselor, since I wasn’t feeling very well for the past two weeks or so. He agreed and encouraged me to go.

I entered the counseling center and waited for the counselor to see me. She came for me and we went into her office, introduced each other, and started to ask basic information about me. Everything started when she asked where I was from. I told her that I’ve lived in the United States for about 13 years or so and that my parents were from Mexico. From there, she began to comprehend the source of my stress as I began my story.