TO MUCH STRESS
Sometimes You feel upset & depressed, when the person you most look up to, doesn't appreciate or gives you credit for what you do. Most of the times I feel that way. You might be asking yourself why? What's the reason? Or maybe what is he even talking about? Only I & maybe other people can relate to the way I feel. 
It all started ever since I began to play soccer. I was only 10 years old, when my dad had first signed me up for a soccer team. My pops was a soccer fanatic he was always playing soccer in the men leagues. He was always training & playing hard. The first 2 years of me playing soccer were the absolute best of my, I guess you can say "soccer career". They were the most amazing times. My dad loved how I played, he would never in his entire life miss a game of mine. After the games if I won he would take me & my family out to eat. He would also buy me the toys that I wanted if he heard people say I was good. A lot of people thought I was a great defender, well for my age. They would all compliment me & congratulate my dad for having such a great soccer player. During that period of time my little brother was little & my dad was focused more on me then him. 
Well time years passed & I was still the "great defender" everybody claimed I was. But my dad was not the same anymore. My little brother was all big & was already playing soccer in the little kids league. I was never & never will be jealous of my little brother , because he's a great soccer player & I'll admit he's a completely way better soccer player then me. But to my dad my little brother was the best for him. I never understood why he changed or what had happened during that shift change. Maybe it was because my little brother was younger & he wanted the best for him but why put me down like that ? Why ? Why was it that after every game I played to my dad I never played good enough. I always sucked , i never played good enough , I was always the worst player in the entire world. Sometimes it would get to the point where he would tell me to quit playing soccer that all I am doing is embarrassing him. You know when those words come out of the person that you look up to & the person you love, that really really hurts deep inside. It seems to me that To my dad I never played like he wanted me to play, no matter if it was the finals or something I always played bad. I would always train hard to try to become the soccer player that I once was. The player that my dad loved to watch. 
After I turned 14 I asked my dad if he could let me join the soccer team in the older men's league. The type of football being played there was way tougher & a lot faster , I wasn't used to it but ehhh it would take time to get use to it. When I would play with them I would only play for like the last 15-20 minutes of the game if the team we were playing against sucked or we were winning by a lot of goals. And my position was always defense because I wanted to be just like my dad. I wanted to grow up being the teams captain & the best on the team. That's who I wanted to be when I grew up. But I began to get better & began to play a lot tougher with the older guys. So the guys began to put me in more time , half games I would be playing next to my dad on right defense. After every game he would scream at me & tell me that I didn't play good & that I sucked & this & that. He would never give me a good compliment. I was always and always will be the worst player to him. 
I've been playing soccer with older men ever since I turned 14. I am 16 now getting ready to turn 17. That is 3 years of playing hard & rough with older men. I began to play for my high school soccer team ever since my freshmen year & I've been captain ever since. I was proud of myself. But to my dad I was still that sucky defender & that worthless soccer player. He would always come to my school soccer games & right after each & everyone of them he would tell me my mistakes I did during the game & how bad I played. He would never give me a good compliment saying "you did good son , I am proud of you" never heard those words come out of his mouth. But it was okay to me because all I wanted to do was prove him wrong & show him that I was still that one soccer player that he would love to watch. 
Till the day, he's always telling me I suck & that I can't play soccer & that I should just quit playing soccer. And you don't understand how bad that makes me feel. It's been nights where I crying myself to sleep & just think of every bad play that I did in the games & picture my dad telling me those comments. I'm used to those types of comments. I'm used to him telling my little brother that his legs are worth money & that my legs are worthless. I'm used to him telling my little brother that he is the best player in the world & that one day he will see my little brother on tv playing for Barcelona or Real Madrid. And for me ? Nothing :( I never get nothing. There's been moments where I feel like quitting & feel like not going back to soccer ever again in my life. But soccer is my life & if I stop playing soccer I feel empty inside. I don't feel the same I feel like a completely different person. I just wish I would have someone there to support me like he supports my little brother. But it's okay I have dreams and in those dreams I see myself playing in the pro's. 
So always try your best & never give up. Always try to prove people wrong no matter what the situation is !!