I feel like whatever I "struggle" with isn't even a struggle. Many of my friends have worse home lives and have struggle with something so much worse. My dad has cancer right now and I moved to a different country last month. I feel so homesick even though it's not my home anymore. I wake up every morning just dreading everything. I started cutting myself but it doesn't feel real. Everytime I look down at the cuts and scabs, it just feels fake. I feel fake. No matter how much I cut and bleed and feel it sting, I still feel like what I consider a struggle, is fake. I've felt so shitty since I've moved but I feel like I'm just forcing it because I still feel happy sometimes. I just have such bad body dysmorphia and the only time I feel just a little pretty is when I haven't eaten the whole day. I just dont know what to do anymore.