Hi, I'm Sis - In my head I can see a ring of people looking at me, saying: "Hi, Sis!" like an AA meeting, which I suppose in a way it is.

It's a new year and even though I don't do resolutions I thought that I should make some kind of change for myself in this year to come; I don't know how many people, if any, are going to see anything I post on here given the many other blogs that you can find on this website, but as much as this is for the person out there trying to convince themselves that they aren't alone in their struggle this is also just for me.

My story is hard to tell, mainly because I am still living through the painful part, so I decided to do tell it one part at a time starting with what let me to my current country of residence: China.

So telling my story - Part 1:

I am Danish, born and raised in a town of about more than 200,000 people in South Zealand - if you don't know where that is, that's okay it's a small country. I had and still has everything: amazing parents with good values, lovely sister, a beautiful town with old forests and a river running through it and a big backyard to play in - to this day I still don't understand where it went wrong:) My parents let me pursuit any hobby I wanted and were always supportive no matter what I did.

When I was 13 my Dad had grown tired of his job and asked his boss if he had anything else for him to do. As a result he was offered a position in China, for a small branch of the company and one week to decide whether or not he was going to take it. In this situation he presented the news to us, gave us the week to think about it. After said week it was a unanimous decision: we were moving to China.