But there's other things that bother me. From what I've read, doctors and psychiatrists always say that people who suffer from, say, depression, or eating disorders are in such states because of the stress happening in their lives. A lot of times people have serious problems or never had a good family life. Some people were abused or have parents that have substance addictions. But I never had that. My mom and dad are still madly in love with one another, and I come from a very tight knit family. I love both my parents dearly. My older brother is the typical protective sibling who never likes the idea of me talking to any male, and my little brother is the comic relief and I feel like he's my best friend whenever I come home from college over breaks. I'm sure we drive my mom crazy with our banter. My family belongs to a country club, and my mom always wants me to wear nice clothes, especially ones from J. Crew. She loves it when I wear pearls, trousers, cardigans, etc. I tend to have two styles...that one and my Anthropologie addiction. It's one of my favorite stores; everything is so detailed and unique. It's too bad I don't have a bottomless wallet or else I would shop there all the time.
My point here is that I feel so guilty when I hear about all these obstacles that other people face in life. I have no reason to complain, no reason to be sad, and no reason to have any type of mental problem. My life should be considered perfect, but for some reason I feel as though it's always falling apart.