Well to start of my story I was born outside of the United States and my parents both migrated here when I was still an infant. During that time I lived with family members.
It was under their care that I suffered a trauma. At this moment I can’t find the courage to say what it is.
Not so long after that I was granted permanent residency and I rejoined my family here in the States. To the aforementioned trauma is what I attribute as the source of my sorrow.
I can count with one hand that number of people that know what that trauma is. It was not until I was in middle school that I had the courage to tell the first person of the trauma.
It was not until the end of my junior year in high school that I was able to tell the second person. Then it was not until my last year in my undergrad that I told two more people.
As I sit here alone in a room, my hand trembling as I type, I feel both scared and liberated to finally begin the journey of having my story out in the world.
I will try to post a quote that has meant a lot to me a the end of my post. -3“It had been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain.
In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone”-Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy