Being Seen: My Journey as a Refugee
Icrossed three borders in fourteen days. The first was in the back of a truck that smelled of diesel and fear. The second was through a river that was colder than I could have imagined any water being. The third was on foot, at night, through a forest where I could hear nothing except my […]
The Day I Stopped Pretending I Was Fine
Iwas exceptionally good at being fine. I mean that literally — I was skilled at it, the way you can be skilled at a sport or a language. I had developed a complete and convincing performance of wellness over eight years of clinical depression, and I gave that performance every single day without missing a […]
Finding My Voice After Years of Silence
or eleven years, I said nothing. Not to my sister, not to my mother, not to the closest friends I’ve ever had. I carried what happened to me the way you carry a stone in your chest — constantly, exhaustingly, invisibly. People would ask how I was doing and I would say “fine.” And every […]