During the time of the war in Syria, despite everything that was happening, the death, and anxiety, I was strong. As I was approaching the northern borders to turkey, I collapsed. Everything that happened, the war, the destruction, the suffering of the poor Syrians, rolled like a film in my mind, and I cried for the first time because of what happened. During the journey to europe I felt more broken. I felt humiliated in a way that I never felt before, all of my pride was washed away by the sea that I crossed in the small dinghy. I was diagnosed with PTSD and depression. I was hoping to continue my education, but I couldn't, and I'm afraid of working in a shitty job. I feel it would be my end. I'm unemployed, no university degree, lonely after I used to have many loving friends, poor, and depressed with no self-esteem. Sorry to put you down with my answer. Hopefully not a lot of people would read this comment. I felt like answering your hard question.