I tolerated bullying and accepted ridiculous pay at my first journalism job. I thought I had no choice because I was a foreigner who needed a visa sponsorship.
When I lost a job because of my nationality, I understood you’re not entitled to global career dreams and wanderlust if you belong to the underclass of non-Western passport holders.
When I’m away from my mom, I'm used to not having her in my daily life. But when I see her and become accustomed to being with her every day, parting hurts. It feels like picking at the scab of a wound and making it bleed again.