Belonging abroad - Couples Therapy Copenhagen

How do I grieve when home is so far away?

A palm leaf leaning across a plain, brightly lit white wall

I flew home for the funeral, but I have been numb since.

Where am I really from, if I grew up in 2 countries?

Warm daylight falling through 2 narrow doorways onto a wooden floor in a quiet room

I have 2 answers, but no one answer is true.

Why do I feel lonely even with friends here?

Two blue stoneware cups of coffee side by side on a pale wooden board in a patch of sunlight

I like the people I see here, but none of them know me.

Where do I belong now that I live abroad?

Late afternoon sunlight falling across an interior wall beside an open window

I have made a life here, but I still feel like a guest.

Why does nobody here know the real me?

Two steaming ceramic mugs on a small round wooden table in a quiet sunlit room

I am liked here, but nobody has met the person underneath.

Why do I feel like I don’t belong anywhere?

Low sun through a window casting bands of light and shadow across a worn wooden floor

I have made a life here, but I am a guest in both countries.

Why do I feel trapped in Denmark?

A green door standing ajar in a warm stone wall, with light inside

Nobody is keeping me here, but I cannot leave.

Why is living in Denmark so hard for me?

Fallen orange leaves on a wet grey pavement in soft daylight

Nothing here is wrong, but nothing here is easy.

Why do I feel like I have lost myself in Denmark?

Sheer pale curtains drawn across a window with daylight behind them

I chose this life, but I cannot find myself inside it.