Inside the mind of an immigrant
Sometimes I don't wake up to sunlight peeking through my windows. I wake up to a dark invisible cloud looming above my head. I don't hear the chirping of birds and the rustling of wind. I hear my own heart bashing against my chest and the blood surging through my veins, and it is in that … Continue reading A day with Anxitey….
I am a hero. A vigilante. I tell this to myself every time I stand in front of the mirror. I can see my invisible cape and the skin colored mask covering my face. I am strong. I tell this to myself every time I find my thoughts slipping away into an empty abyss. No! … Continue reading I am a Hero
