Unhappy in fancy life

Hello!

In the last semester of my Master program, my sister died…. It was suicide….

I knew that she was depressed but my family didn’t understand depression and said that she was just selfish and lazy.

I stopped talking to my family members for years since then.

I knew that the depression was a serious illness and my sister needed proper support though it wasn’t given to her.

I was performing as a therapist in the Master program and taking the course of loss and grief in the semester so I was fully aware that my family was wrong.

But there was nothing I could do. Nothing much rather than having awkward conversation with them on the phone.

I thought I couldn’t graduate though I finally did it on time.

I left Michigan with the bitterness and came back to New York though I never felt like myself again.

I was trying to get pregnant and hormonal treatment didn’t help me feeling stable either.

Luckily, my husband (now my ex-husband) became successful and suggested me to adopt my sister’s children.

My sister was divorced and the father unfortunately was a stranger for the children.

Those children were 8 and 13 then. We finally complete the adoption later when my adopted daughter was 18 and son was 13 and until then, they came to New York time to time to stay with us.

We tried to get them used to New York to give them easier time when finally they permanently moved here.

Adoption was long and hard process and at the end, we couldn’t get US visa for the adopted children because Japan and US’s court systems are different from each other and it became an issue.