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a year ago
Hi hi,
As some of you may know, I am from Venezuela born and raised. I left the country at the age of 18 and currently reside in the US. My country has recently been under much turmoil and oppression. My daily routine lately has been quite literally wake up > work > get home > be glued to the screen watching videos and reading reports on what's going back home > sleep > rinse and repeat.
I don't like to use this space for politics nor deeply personal matters as I generally don't think that neither of those things really belong on social media but those thoughts aside, the situation of my country has left me scarred with what I now fear might be life-long trauma that still haunts me to this very day and I am terrified to think it will chase me for the rest of my life.
So with all that said, for the immediate future I will not be posting much at all, maybe a few SL pictures or commissioned art here and there in support of the Venezuelan people. But other than that I will be going on a bit of a hiatus as my stress has gotten a little too much to bear lately.
This last bit you don't need to read at all, it's a bit of a personal rant:
I grew up in a middle class family and with each passing year, we slowly become poorer. I used to get all the latest toys when I was a little kid, by the time I was 18 we could not afford ketchup. I still remember the burning image of my mom crying in front of the TV at midnight after the dictator had won another "election," saying "How long will this go on for? How much longer do we have to live in misery." That night will forever be burned in my memory.
I still carry with me the memories of going to protests, of talking to the students, of arguing with the policemen. Memories so bittersweet that in a way I wish I could forget about and never remember them ever again, yet I still cherish them for being so important in shaping the resilient person I have become.
Memories of having to lie and cheat to survive. Memories of conniving and backstabbing friends and neighbors to make ends meet. Memories of telling my mom "No it's okay, trust me I'm not hungry" just so that she could have another meager scrap of food to eat.
I know that by this point almost everyone has stopped reading this post, but anyways and all the same. I will most likely be taking a bit of a hiatus for a short bit.
Hope you all have a good evening.
As some of you may know, I am from Venezuela born and raised. I left the country at the age of 18 and currently reside in the US. My country has recently been under much turmoil and oppression. My daily routine lately has been quite literally wake up > work > get home > be glued to the screen watching videos and reading reports on what's going back home > sleep > rinse and repeat.
I don't like to use this space for politics nor deeply personal matters as I generally don't think that neither of those things really belong on social media but those thoughts aside, the situation of my country has left me scarred with what I now fear might be life-long trauma that still haunts me to this very day and I am terrified to think it will chase me for the rest of my life.
So with all that said, for the immediate future I will not be posting much at all, maybe a few SL pictures or commissioned art here and there in support of the Venezuelan people. But other than that I will be going on a bit of a hiatus as my stress has gotten a little too much to bear lately.
This last bit you don't need to read at all, it's a bit of a personal rant:
I grew up in a middle class family and with each passing year, we slowly become poorer. I used to get all the latest toys when I was a little kid, by the time I was 18 we could not afford ketchup. I still remember the burning image of my mom crying in front of the TV at midnight after the dictator had won another "election," saying "How long will this go on for? How much longer do we have to live in misery." That night will forever be burned in my memory.
I still carry with me the memories of going to protests, of talking to the students, of arguing with the policemen. Memories so bittersweet that in a way I wish I could forget about and never remember them ever again, yet I still cherish them for being so important in shaping the resilient person I have become.
Memories of having to lie and cheat to survive. Memories of conniving and backstabbing friends and neighbors to make ends meet. Memories of telling my mom "No it's okay, trust me I'm not hungry" just so that she could have another meager scrap of food to eat.
I know that by this point almost everyone has stopped reading this post, but anyways and all the same. I will most likely be taking a bit of a hiatus for a short bit.
Hope you all have a good evening.
