Are You OK?

To every immigrant in America right now—are you OK?

Are you drained?

From smiling politely when someone makes a comment you don’t have the energy to correct.
From biting your tongue when people debate your existence like an abstract policy issue.
From hearing “Just speak English” when you’ve already spent years perfecting every syllable.

Are you conflicted?

When you feel grateful for the opportunities here—but also resent how hard you had to fight for them.
When you defend this country, even when it doesn’t defend you.
When you love the place you left, but know deep down, you can never go back.

Are you disoriented?

When you think in one language but dream in another.
When your home country feels more like a memory than a reality.
When you realize you belong everywhere and nowhere, all at once.

Are you grieving?

For the holidays that don’t feel the same here.
For the family you’ve missed so many milestones with—birthdays, weddings, funerals.
For the version of yourself that existed before you learned how the world sees you.

Are you OK?

Because I know—some days, it doesn’t feel like it.

But you’re still here.
Still making a life in a place that isn’t always easy to love.
Still holding on to pieces of where you came from—while shaping the future of where you are.

And that?

That matters more than they’ll ever know.