Thank you @BeyondtheRainbow ;for your kind words! To be an immigrant or refugee is really though. Especially when you lose everything and is forced to start over in a foreign country you never knew nothing about.

My goal was to educate myself, finish my school, go to study in university and become something. In my case, a schoolteacher. Even today I don’t regret it, despite all that bad I went through with my venomous boss and some poisonous “colleagues”. I have my two colleagues and friends that I speak with.

But I’ve learn every night how to deal with my sleep. Mindfulness and more mindfulness. To relax, and hope that I won’t get any of those memories from the past in my dreams. It’s a battle every night. Even now, at almost midnight. Pushing myself to stay up, even if I know I need to get at least 7h sleep. Sometimes the memories are like fragments, but most of the time they are like short sequences. And I have to deal with this all by myself, since no local shrink here is willing to help. I just needed some talk.

Now it’s June so days are longer here. Not as long as those days in northern Sweden (Norrland and Lappland), but brighter. So all my curtains are extra black. As if it was decorated by an certain man with weird cloths who is from Transylvania, who likes to sleep in a coffin during the day. And do the opposite by night.

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