Existing during this time can feel quite hopeless. Everyday, I see news about extracting more natural resources, approvals of chemical toxins on our food, destruction of land...the list goes on. Mentally, I feel so caged. It's hard trying not to let the gloom and doom of this country get to me when the bad news continue to outweigh the good news...It's really tough...
And yet, I still get up every morning. I still get ready for the day. I still complete my to-do lists. I still do what I have to do to ensure I make it out of this regime, that I'm alive to see the day it all comes crumbling down.
My family are no strangers to a world like this. They are survivors of the Khmer Rouge Regime. There are no words for what they endured in Cambodia. I worry about my parents and the ways in which the Tr*mp regime will affect them long term.
Some days, I can't believe we are living in this nightmare, but I find some solace in knowing that others feel the way I feel. That I'm not going crazy. That we know this isn't how life should be. That it will get worse before it gets better. And it will get better.