Uncertainty

I’m afraid, I’m anxious, I’m getting more and more depressed with the lack of control that I have over my own life. I don’t have the slightest clue on what to do if DACA gets revoked. I don’t understand why they can’t just leave us alone. You say you are the party of family and Christian values, but yet you want to separate me from my two-year-old son. You say we need to pull ourselves up with our bootstraps and forge on, well we have. I came from homelessness to owning my own home and having a great career. You say you want us to follow the rules and not cut the so-called line, well we are, we pay $500 every two years, we jump through every single fiery hoop that you have thrown our way.

But yet I always have hope that you will finally accept me into this great country that I love. I want to be here and nowhere else. THIS IS HOME. I have hope and faith that everything will be okay. Days like this always remind me of a famous WW2 quote - “Americans can always be trusted to do the right thing, once all other possibilities have been exhausted.” - Winston Churchill.

Please excuse the incoherent rant. I’m definitely in my feelings today. With that being said, it’s 10 a.m. I’m going to give my son the biggest hug, eat an edible, crack a bottle of bourbon, and enjoy my fucking three-day weekend.