Diario: the shape of fear

The other day I was thinking: "What is the one thing that has defined me throughout the years, since I was little?" It didn’t take long to answer. It’s my ability to stand up against fear and swim toward it, even while being terrified of every possibility.

Half myself in English

I feel most like an impostor when I have to exist in an environment where I must speak English for a prolonged period. I feel a part of me is paused, a fraction of myself almost unable to breathe or fully exist in the Anglosphere.