The Reconstruction of My Life

| This is the 432nd story of Our Life Logs | In life, we play various roles, and like the legs of a stool, those roles support us. They are the indication of our existence. Each role is as important to the structure’s stability as the other. When one of them disappears, it threatens the whole system, and in my case, my entire being. I was forced … Continue reading The Reconstruction of My Life

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There Is Life After Opioids

| This is the 426th story of Our Life Logs | I woke to the sound of a nearby train as it whooshed by. I groaned as I stretched my legs out on the compact, double seat of a CTA train I’d chosen for refuge the night before. It wasn’t comfy, but it beat Chicago’s cold and grimy streets. Pain shot through my limbs as I shifted, … Continue reading There Is Life After Opioids

Leaving Hate Behind

| This is the 423rd story of Our Life Logs | So, what do you want to know? I was born in 1982, grew up in and around Raleigh, North Carolina, and was raised by a mother who lived and breathed drugs. Our home wasn’t stable. We moved more times than I’d like to remember. My siblings and I accompanied our mother to a lot of clubs … Continue reading Leaving Hate Behind

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The Sound of Hope

| This is the 391st story of Our Life Logs | For 13 years, silence was suspicious and peace was a trap. You see, the Democratic Republic of Congo, my birthplace, was in the midst of an ethnic conflict in the 1990s when rebels were terrorizing the country. I’m one of seven kids, born in 1996 to an aristocratic family. We lived in a Congolese village, although, … Continue reading The Sound of Hope