the day i stopped crying

i’ll have to start getting all my facts straight then write them down…be intentional about healing. who knew you could feel so deeply at 11? at that age, you’re supposed to be fighting the drab effects of puberty not vowing to never return to a country that had become your home, your family, your life. i’ve always been a bit of a drama queen on the inside, creating false realities with my penchant for romantic tales. there is nothing romantic about civil war in your back yard. yet leaving isn’t easy.


19 years later and still unable to feel positively toward Liberia, i need to return. go home. because the day i vowed never to return is probably the day i stopped crying.


it’s not a good way to live.

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