I grew up in an average middle class Greek-Canadian family. My childhood was extremely normal. My older brother and I had the same healthy privileges as many Canadian youth - we went to Marineland in Niagara Falls, we endured road trips to Clearwater Beach in Florida, we saw Disney World. We were, by all accounts average. I was the whiny little sister, and he was the protective big brother. We had two happily married parents who love each other to this day.
Not all of you had such a charmed childhood. You grew up with a depressed or alcoholic parent - or maybe even two. You may have been depressed as a child or teenager. Maybe your family experienced a member with severe mental illness - Schizophrenia, bipolar, or something else.