Hey mom. I never told you this but, I still don’t know what I am doing. I pretend that everything is fine but really it feels like, I’m in a room and it's on fire and there are no doors. I know I wrote you a letter to you a month ago saying I got a job. I don’t have that job anymore. I know, shocker right? I am being honest by saying, I did try my best. Heck, I got sprayed in the face with pepper spray. I can say, that was one of the worst experiences of my life. I know, I haven’t talked to you in a while. There is a reason for that, a reason I never told you before. Remember when I was younger and I started to struggle with school? Remember I had one friend who was a grade younger than me? Remember when I asked you for help? Well, I was struggling with my identity. Since I was adopted I never felt like I really knew who I was.