Like most people, my anxiety has been at an all time high these past few months. With everything that’s going on in the world, it’s so important to remember to also take care of yourself, while you’re helping everyone else, too. A part of learning, growing and taking care of myself has been sharing my truth, like I did in my last post, and the feedback I received was amazing. It can be a painful process and make you feel so vulnerable but it’s also incredibly therapeutic and comforting when you share stories you’ve kept in for so long. More people than I ever expected to, reached out and opened up to me about similar encounters they’ve had, as well as the lessons they’ve learned, and how they’ve grown. I learned so much about my friends and family that I didn’t know before. Many of my industry friends also shared their experiences, which were so eye opening. If you want to read some of those, I’ve included a few here:
My family were refugees from the Vietnam War. They started their perilous journey in 1979 boarding a small boat with 300 other refugees. Hidden beneath the deck, where they remained huddled in cramped quarters for three days with no food, no access to a toilet, and very little water. If someone onboard died, the corpse would be quietly thrown overboard in the middle of the night, because there simply wasn’t any space to store a body. One of my great-grandmothers passed away on there, her body was thrown into the ocean, and my family didn’t find out until they landed days later on an Indonesian island, and couldn’t find her. They had to build makeshift huts made of banana leaves, hunting and fishing for food for 6 months, until they were rescued by US Officials and sponsored to America where they built their lives all over again, from nothing. 5 years later, I was born, one of the first generation Vietnamese-Americans in our family.