I Could be Days Away from Being Deported

For Two Years, I’ve Been Waiting for This Verdict. Now, It’s Here.

I see all of the ICE raids on the news, and I could vomit.

I picture a team busting down my front door.

Then, I somehow automatically start hearing Psalm 23 in my head.

Ye, though I walk through the valley in the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff comfort me.

We used to say that prayer at school every morning.

I filed it away for a rainy day.

My fate gets decided any day now.

I could be days away from being deported.

I decided that Substack would be the place where I am fully transparent. I’ve never had a place to talk about this debacle. Yet, it’s been weighing on me daily for the past 2 years.

For the past 2 years, I’ve held on to my American Dream dearly.

Whatever happens next will define the whole rest of my life. It’s such a strange place to be mentally — unable to plan more than a month or two into the future. I’m living day by day as I wait for the final decision.

All while Donald Trump is on his immigration rampage.

How did I get myself into…