Ever since I was forced out of my comfort zone and left my home in Russia, I find it hard to trust others. I am beginning to believe that I am paranoid because I distrust even my own shadow. Not remembering my childhood has brought me a lot of inconvenience. I don't remember my family, I have only seen my parents through photos and heard their voice in the few calls they make to me at Christmas. I don't know if I have grandparents, cousins, sisters or brothers. I asked many times about my past, but my uncle Stefano flatly refused to tell me anything about myself.

"Honey, it will be painful for you, since you don't remember anything. Let's avoid the subject and leave the past where it is, it's best for everyone."

Those words he repeated a thousand times as he tried to figure out who I was. One day I just pretended that I stopped caring and went on with my life. The problem for me is sleep. At first I saw a family friend psychologist, he treated me like a lab rat and his conclusions wer