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textmewhenyourehome
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- Dec 31, 2023
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My childhood next door neighbour texted me last week. The two streets adjacent to ours were flattened. Everyone I grew up with including her is desperately scrambling to evacuate wherever they can amidst fuel shortages and cancelled flights and demolished airports.
Ever since then I've been living a nightmare. I text my family members and watch it sit there with just one tick because there's an internet outage. Then I go to work and everyone is laughing and joking around like nothing is wrong, and it just makes me wanna die more. I go online to speak up about my family and my feelings and I'm replied to as if I've initiated a debate. I find videos online of people celebrating what happened to my little corner where all me and the kids around me cared about was finishing our homework, getting a snack from the grocery store and visiting a park to play around after school. I can't even bring things like that up without being treated like I'm purposefully guilt tripping someone. I'm not allowed to care without it being a back and forth about who was more right to kill civilians.
I feel beaten down, and everything I've ever done to overcome my traumas of growing up in the Middle East seems to reset every 2 years when something else goes wrong.
I've made too much progress on my recovery to let this set me back as far as I was. But I'd be lying if I didn't float around my errands like a zombie, doing the bare minimum to survive.
I don't know what I want. I just wanted to say that. Because everywhere else I feel like I'm not allowed to feel like this, and I'm hoping it will be different here.
Ever since then I've been living a nightmare. I text my family members and watch it sit there with just one tick because there's an internet outage. Then I go to work and everyone is laughing and joking around like nothing is wrong, and it just makes me wanna die more. I go online to speak up about my family and my feelings and I'm replied to as if I've initiated a debate. I find videos online of people celebrating what happened to my little corner where all me and the kids around me cared about was finishing our homework, getting a snack from the grocery store and visiting a park to play around after school. I can't even bring things like that up without being treated like I'm purposefully guilt tripping someone. I'm not allowed to care without it being a back and forth about who was more right to kill civilians.
I feel beaten down, and everything I've ever done to overcome my traumas of growing up in the Middle East seems to reset every 2 years when something else goes wrong.
I've made too much progress on my recovery to let this set me back as far as I was. But I'd be lying if I didn't float around my errands like a zombie, doing the bare minimum to survive.
I don't know what I want. I just wanted to say that. Because everywhere else I feel like I'm not allowed to feel like this, and I'm hoping it will be different here.