"Life in New York is the only life I’ve ever known. I was just five years old when I came to the United States from the Philippines in 2000. I lived my early years thinking I was like my peers: an American. This country’s culture was my culture. I spoke English without a trace of a Filipino accent. It wasn’t until the end of my sophomore year of high school that I found out I was undocumented, and my life began to fall apart. School felt pointless and my grades plummeted. Perhaps I could graduate, but I doubted I would be able to go to college, have a career, or any real future. I began to think about suicide.
I‘ve made strides in overcoming my depression through working as an activist and with the support of my friends, but I still worry that my dreams remain in jeopardy. I hope by sharing my story, I can inspire us not to make the struggle last so long for others as it has for me.”
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