I used to be a good writer in my mother tongue. Words came to me so easily, I was comfortable writing about my emotions and thoughts. I’ve read many books and have always had a fair amount of knowledge about my world, history, politics and social issues. Reading and writing were my happiness, my way of communicating with the world. And everything changed suddenly.
I chose to come to Australia to create a new life, a better life for myself and my daughters. But now after nearly seven years of living in a new culture, it has been like falling off of the tip of the Maslow pyramid to its very bottom in the worst possible way and then starting to climb up again all alone and lost!
Today, there are lots of things I wish to say or more so rid myself of. Lots of thoughts, fear, anger and confusion surround my world and makes even breathing difficult!
