I am an immigrant. When I was twelve years old, my family relocated from Canada to Texas, and I had to leave my home, family, and friends. Moving to a new city as a kid is challenging enough, never mind moving to an entirely different country, where the people, food, and customs are completely different. I am an optimist. I have always been an optimist that believes that everything happens for a reason. However, no matter how hard I tried to be optimistic about this move, I always found myself stuck. It felt like I was being torn between two different worlds. I clung to my past so hard that I never even noticed the present flying by me. After moving to Texas, I fell into a depression and began to spiral. I became hopeless, filled with sadness for my past and hatred for my future. At one point, at my lowest state, I stopped caring about everything and began self-harming. The self-harm and self-hatred caused me to become hospitalized. In those moments of despair, it felt like there was no way out, that none of this would ever get better. I missed my old self, family, friends, and home. I felt like an imposter in my own body, for how I was mistreating myself and lashing out at those who loved me. Things went on like this for a while; until I allowed myself to grieve and heal. Five years after moving to Texas, I still become homesick; however, I have learned coping skills to help me. By being optimistic and not giving up, I have learned how strong I truly am; and how I can use my strength to help others like me.