Alhamdulillah for the Hardships

Since I was born, my father doubted I was his son because I didn't resemble him. By age ten, he put me in a boarding school, and for the next fifteen years I was mostly in schools, colleges, and universities. During that time, I survived on cheap street food because we lacked money, and I was often hungry. I remained thin and felt no one truly cared for me as I needed. Now I fear I may have a severe illness, and all these memories resurface. My mother never really supported me either; she was obsessed with worldly possessions. I was their only son, yet I often felt hated, ignored, and unwanted. I ask myself: What did I do wrong? Why did I go through all this? Why was I even born? My father was a doctor. When I complained of brain fog or tiredness, he'd just say, "It's anemia," but never took me to a clinic or got me checked. It seemed he couldn't care less. As a teenager, I desperately needed my parents. I called them many times, but they usually didn't answer. I needed them during crucial years, and they were absent. I'm angry. I resent my father and his wife. They were selfish and failed me when I needed them most. I carry deep pain and resentment, but I can't ignore how much it affected me. Yet, I try to remember that Allah does not burden a soul beyond what it can bear. Perhaps these trials were meant to strengthen me. I make du'a for healing and for the ability to forgive, even if it's hard.