For many years I felt “wrong” as the first immigrant in the community grow up in. The shame grew hand in hand with the loneliness and bullying at school. As an adult I suppressed my feelings in drugs to the point where I ended up on the streets, with no hope for the future. Learn how a desperate conversation with my father sparked a change in me. See how I years later finally dared to seek help for my addiction and slowly managed to retake and rebuild my own life. This is our story.