When I was 8, my mom di:ed suddenly.

Many years later, I found old records from when she stayed in a psychiatric hospital for depression. In the notes, I discovered a disturbing detail—so disturbing that it made me question everything: the therapist mentioned that my mother never wanted to talk about me—not even once. She had never even acknowledged my presence.

After some time and persistence from the therapist, my mother confessed that she didn’t want me and that it was my father who insisted I be born. When I was two months old, she took me and left me in front of a hospital on a cold winter night. Luckily, my father found me and brought me back.

I always knew my mother was cold towards me, but I had always assumed the reason was other problems in her life. It turns out I was the reason for her depression. I wish I had never found those old records.