My mom has talked to me about what it’s like to live in another country where English is its primary language but not yours. There are a lot of struggles that I can only imagine, as I am privileged to grow up understanding two different languages and two different cultures. There are times where they clash, but it was overall still much easier to absorb for me than for her. There comes the theme of caring less what other people think, and doing what’s best for yourself. Even though the situations vary for all of us, the feelings are very similar. Anxiety or worry about how others perceive us, how they judge us.
It frustrated me that it was frustrating for her, and that she could not seem to overcome those feelings. More relevant, to become more self accepting of myself so that I have the courage to reach for things I want out of life. Particularly with the process of dating and fearing the reception and outcome. It is really difficult. But I really have to work on becoming okay with who I am, chronic illness included. It doesn’t define me, but it definitely affects me in so many ways.