I'm not entirely sure who I am. 

I think thats the purpose of my life. 

To figure out who I really am. 

And to share what I have learned. 

When I recall my childhood I remember both the good and the bad. 

My parents tried their best, but they split up. I remember a lot of love, but I always felt split up. Between my parents, and between countries.

I was polish, yet I lived in Sweden. What was I?

Sometime in 2007 I fell into a deep depression. I'm not quite sure why. 

She gave me purpose, in the sense that she is someone I share my life with. It makes a big difference. 

We married, and today, more than 10 years later we live in a house with our cat and dog.