Inside the mind of an immigrant
My dad has been my inspiration. He’s believed in me more than I’ve ever believed in myself. Yes we have our moments, but even those moments carry love and understanding. My dad is a very patient man. He’s had to deal with me, my tantrums, and my anxiety. I remember how badly I cried because … Continue reading Strained Relationships
When I came to America in 2013, I was fourteen years old and had no knowledge of cultures outside of the one I grew up in. I was naive and used to live in my own little fantasy world. I still kinda do. My made up characters are a better interaction then most real people … Continue reading Inside the mind of an immigrant
It's when you’re drowning and you can't seem to float you’re trying to speak but the words are clogged in your throat. Your lips tremble and a tear rolls down your cheek you’re supposed to be strong but every fiber in you seems weak. Your thoughts are racing at a speed you can't count butterflies … Continue reading What is anxiety?
This imperfect body of yours is nothing more than just a host for your soul there is an unseen beauty dripping from within so take the brush of self-love and paint it all over your skin because you are the comfort of heaven and the ease of Eden in you lies a garden of solace … Continue reading My doubts
All that pain you’ve kept beneath those hidden faces and all those tears you’ve cried on bathroom floors and pillow cases all those aches, wounds and insecurities you’ve been carrying for a while give them all to me so I could see you smile. I know you’re aching and you won’t ever break but the … Continue reading Crying on bathroom floors
