My day to day reality is feeling like a retarded child, not knowing what and how to manage the life passing by, constantly asking others for help, smiling, when I don't understand and pronouncing Portuguese word with a wrong accent which makes me say "shit" instead of "coconut". Yes, simple, everyday life tasks are challenges. Nothing is easy, everything requires a certain amount of focus and preparation.
And yet, those few people around me, that I consider my Portuguese family have sometimes so few understanding and compassion. From what I know, it is only my fault, the fault of hiding my fears and pain behind a hard shiny shell of I-can-take-it-all-Kasia.
And everyday I wake up to face more and more challenges. Do I complain about the life I chose? No, I only get to complain about my incapabilities.