Reading her story, with compassion and tears of connection... whilst cranking the classic 80s White Snake, Here I Go Again...
Thanks for that!
That 'getting-out-of-Canada PTSD' feeling is a real thing... and can still give me chills... Remembering landing in Mexico with that sense of "I did it, holy S--t!". Shortly after a 'refugee" from Argentinian reminded me that I still had my backpack and bank accounts... I should consider myself lucky. And this day, I do.
As crazy as that feels, being Canadian.
It's tricky; that sense of deep loss beside the sense of appreciation for everything that has come because of that loss.
Reading her story, with compassion and tears of connection... whilst cranking the classic 80s White Snake, Here I Go Again...
Thanks for that!
That 'getting-out-of-Canada PTSD' feeling is a real thing... and can still give me chills... Remembering landing in Mexico with that sense of "I did it, holy S--t!". Shortly after a 'refugee" from Argentinian reminded me that I still had my backpack and bank accounts... I should consider myself lucky. And this day, I do.
As crazy as that feels, being Canadian.
It's tricky; that sense of deep loss beside the sense of appreciation for everything that has come because of that loss.
Wow, what a story!! Truth is stranger than fiction. I don't believe in coincidences either..
God is good.