Trump has been my biggest one, entirely seriously. My partner and I uprooted our lives and left our home fleeing the country. We were forced to say goodbye to our friends, our family, and a huge loving artist community. We had just found a fantastic apartment around the corner from our friend, and my career as an artist was really starting to blow up but now it’s on pause because of visa restrictions. I have never cried so much in my life. I used to never cry.

The trauma runs so deep that I frequently hallucinate seeing my friends while I’m out and about, it absolutely kills me every time. I remember telling my partner “we will remember these as the good ole days” the day before the election.

I’m a trans latina immigrant