Inside the mind of an immigrant
"You wouldn't feel anything. Isn't feeling nothing better than feeling pain and anguish." "You don’t have to put up with any of this.” “Why don’t you just let it end?” These thoughts are silent, but sometimes they whisper, and that whisper gets so loud that an echo forms in my brain and I repeat those … Continue reading The monsters in my head
You said climbing that mountain would be easy but then why do I feel like I am tripping if I am supposed to reach those heights then why am I afraid of slipping. My ropes are breaking and I’m afraid I’ll crash on the ground I am afraid of those peaks now won’t you help … Continue reading Learning to fly
My dad has been driving a yellow cab around NYC for the past twenty-five years. The yellow vehicle has become his second home; even though it’s a color I despise. He came to the US when he was twenty years old with approximately 100 dollars in his pocket. He has his own James Bond story, … Continue reading Daughter of a New York Taxi driver
Anxiety is a joke. If there is one thing, I hate talking about the most in this world that’s anxiety. Talking about anxiety gives me anxiety. Sometimes it bubbles inside and morphs into depression. Both are equally terrifying. I’d rather stare at a wall for hours then tell someone what’s going on in my head. … Continue reading Anxiety is a joke
I thought you were healed but I didn't know I was wrong this strength I saw in you wasn't because you were strong it was because you were trying to mend yourself into the person you wanted to be but you leaned on anger and we failed to see that the cure you were searching … Continue reading Anger
