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Crying because I feel stuck, without a home, without a city. All I have is an ID that brings me nothing but wars. I often feel like I've exhausted my mental health over these past two years, and that I won't be able to continue or figure out what to do now. I even try to remember where I was headed before the days of war so I could pick up where I left off, but I fail at that.
Soon the displaced will return to the north, while my city has been erased from the map.
RE: https://mastodon.social/@joynewacc/115349396635904023
I am extremely patient and have always been this way, but now I cannot bear to wait anymore. Just wait—how many days have I spent waiting for treacherous truces, waiting for Arab summits to resolve the two-state solution, waiting for speeches from East and West to stop the #genocide waiting for cabinet approvals, waiting for responses from both parties, waiting to return home, waiting for the famine to end, waiting to get a single loaf of bread, waiting for the crossings to open...
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