I woke up numb. And as reality set in, the tears came.
My aunt put it best last night:
Right this second, what bothers me the most is that I don’t understand my country.”
This is a transplant from a blog post circa the end of January, 2016. Life hasn’t improved, but the fear of death has at least abated any suicidal thoughts for now.
I feel like this just deserves to exist somewhere online, it’s a part of me and part of my story. It may even be the end of one story and a beginning of…