Twenty-five years ago today, i entered the United States for the first time. So today is an anniversary of sorts, except that i don’t feel like celebrating. Maybe it’s partly because i didn’t intend to immigrate. It just sort of …
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I am in the middle of a break-up. At least i think i am. I have little hope left because there doesn’t seem a willingness to ask the tough questions on both sides. This might not be the case. Be …
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Mourning how hard it is for me to hear that i matter to someone that someone enjoys my presence. My mind scans the environment to find evidence that disproves that i matter. The look of a stranger is interpreted as …
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Mourning the lack of support to get off the beaten path. Mourning the feat of unconventionality. Mourning that i forgot the part of me longing for freedom. The freedom to adjust course even if i don’t get a piece of …
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Mourning that the wounds will never go away. Mourning that they might rip open unexpectedly. Mourning that i will never be innocent again. Mourning that i will remain a survivor no matter how hard i try to ignore that part …
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