This. So much. I’m already doing a bunch of the suggestions, like turning off the newsfeed, joining the collective to put my voice out there, and trying to realise getting overly upset over the injustice of it all isn’t helpful to the people who live with me. Trying to be mindful and put action to where it can be helpful. Hopefully reading this helps other empaths and HSPs.
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“I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood. The lines, the forms, the people at the desks, the calling cards, the immigration officers, the looks on the street, the cold settling deep into my bones, the English classes at night, the distance I am from home. But Alhamdulilah all of this is better than the scent of a woman completely on fire, or a truckload of men, who look like my father pulling out my teeth and nails, or fourteen men between my legs…
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