Everyone says Canada is amazing — and it is.
But for me, it still carries layers of unresolved memories, traumatic experiences of unbelonging, loneliness and racism— a burden that’s heavy to carry.
Even simple things like looking for a haircut or dental appointment feel strangely overwhelming.
My body remembers, even when my mind says it’s over, things can be different.
Disconnection and disorientation are real when you move between one culture to the next and next… and I’m learning… to meet myself with compassion and gentleness when it feels like too much.
Are there places or people in your life that you feel hesitant to return to —
even when everything “looks fine” on the outside?
PS: if you’ll be in Toronto or Mississauga this coming season and like to connect, I’d love to hear from you.
Yet in the midst of all this… there is grace.
Two complete strangers have stepped in to help our family with chipping in for our accommodation, so that we can stay in one place to heal instead of constantly moving—
a reminder that God provides in unexpected ways.
Our kids are excited.
I’m stepping deeper into my healing journey, even if some days feel it’s like going backwards.
And something in me feels quietly hopeful.
I’m working on something I can’t wait to bring to you next year. Thank you for believing, hoping and journeying with me.