For the first time in more than a year, I plunged deep into reminding myself of the day to day updates of #SudanUprising last year and I burst into a puddle of tears. I remember the feelings so deeply and I wasn’t even there. It’s one of the wildest things.

After a trip and an ‘interesting’ experience, coincidentally with the swearing in of the “civilian” government last August, I disconnected. HARD. I left myself to pick up pieces I didn’t even realize I broke inside of me. I felt guilty. So guilty.

I was hurting that I couldn’t be there then and that the regime had stolen so much from me and my family had taken all these lives just to hold on to to power and greed. I felt guilty for not posting as often and guilty for surviving when others didn’t.

Experiencing 2020 (the best way I can put it) made me realize a lot of magical things. Aspects I wouldN’T have understood had I NOT experienced Sudan 2019 in that way, online. So as I cry as I type this I am grateful for my witnessing hope reignite.

There is no actual point to this thread I am afraid, I just felt like sharing. #LongLiveTheRevolution