how do you emotionally move forward when life is so stagnant rn ?? we cant go anywhere or see anyone and it’s cold outside .. the only kind of character development or emotional growth rn probably comes from lots of introspection which kinda makes u think in circles alot of the time?? and go crazy?? i make a lot of drawings to deal with it and it helps but idk .. i guess theres no real answer to this im just thinking
So I’m aware I haven’t really posted anything in a while but I hope this reaches someone. My brother’s name is Efren. Growing up he used to tease and make fun of me, but among all the teasing he also helped raise me along with our mom. When he was little he wanted to be an architect. But his is the story that a lot of Mexican American working class families face: either take the opportunities available to you to attain your dreams, or curtail those in order to take care of your family. He chose his family.
After graduating high school he turned down full ride scholarships in order to stay and work to help pay the bills. It was just him, my mom, and me. After a couple of years we got stable enough economically that he was able to go to college, but after graduation we fell on hard times again and instead of finding work in his field or applying to architecture school like he always dreamed, he decided to stick around and help us again. It’s because of his choice to help our family that I was able to go to college too, something that for a time I didn’t think was possible. It’s because of him that I was able to apply to and get accepted into a PhD program in the hopes of becoming a professor. It’s because of him that my mom has a house to call her own. My mom and I owe him everything.
Yesterday, he was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia (ALL). He’s uninsured. I’m a student, our mom works in childcare. There’s a high success rate for remission if he gets treatment, but we can’t afford it. He’s all me and my mom have, and we can’t lose him. He chose family growing up, and it’s my turn to choose him. Please, any donation helps. I just want him to come home.
I know times are tough with covid and everything so if anyone could please just spare a dollar or a reblog thatd be great. I can’t lose him.
I am angry. Furious. But I’m also tired. that being said, I am 100% supportive of these kids going for metaphorical blood. I’m sorry that it fell to you. I’m sorry we couldn’t prevent this. I hope you are successful so the next victims won’t be you or your younger siblings, You deserve to be safe in your schools. You deserve not to be afraid. And I am so proud of each and every one of you. You are the change we need.
PLEASE stop making these protests about Gen Z. The majority of us are still kids. The majority of protesters are NOT Gen Z. These protests didn’t start because of Gen Z, they started because the murder of a black man was caught on camera and they refused to punish any of the officers involved. And that was just the last straw. This country was built on the oppression of black people. Stop taking attention away from black people who are fighting for their lives. Stop trying to make this about you.
