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1 year commtment to my blog. I’m currently 26, I am male, I am a pediatric critical care nurse and currently travel nursing. I’d like to put a face to the terms undocumented, illegal immigrant and alien. So here I am. Thank you for your interest- Fabian

October 12, 2017 

Funny you caught on to my feelings!
Happiness was my commitment to myself 1 year ago. I tried so hard to find happiness but I struggled with anxiety and depression for as long as I can remember. I got really good at hiding it to the public and a year ago I was started on medication and I guess it became more real at that time. I couldn’t hide anymore.  

In 2012 DACA began. This program gave me wheels, Wings and a sense of normalcy that I never had experience. I’ve Always struggled when somebody would ask me my five-year goal, my 10 year goal because I never knew if I could even obtain my current one. My first goal was a job, I finished nursing school in 2013. So my education before 2012 was just a big question mark. If I could pull off this degree would I even be able to work in the field with my legal status? Uncertainty was the place I call home for the majority of my life. Lots of question marks in my daily life that no one had answers to. So I decided to keep going-legitimate-it was the decision I made: to Keep going. I learned that it was all about setting myself up for opportunity and not hesitating when I had it. My neighbor was the word “no.” So many times through so many people, I was told no. That my goal was not going to be possible. I was blessed with my stubbornness and curiosity. They’ve never let me down so far.

A lot of things and a lot of no’s led to travel nursing. A job allowing me to fully use my education on a daily basis and providing me the ability to immerse myself in different cultures by means of location. I took advantage of being set free and through that I was able to find out things about myself that I was only wishing was there. Practice and prayers became life and now life is for the most part what I choose it to be. I don’t want to dwell on the fact that I have one more year to live freely. However, I want to remember this feeling of freedom that I’ve earned. So, that’s why I want to do this blog. This sense of freedom will not be promised for me after October 12, 2018- the day my DACA expires. (My work permit, deferring my deportation) On that day, I’ll revisit my home of uncertainty and my neighbor “no” will repay his visits. 
But until then. I want to feel as though I live as much as possible. Fight for my freedoms as what this country was intended for. I go into this year knowing I’m not alone. 800,000 DACA recipients in the United States are like me. To them, I ask to stand beside me, not behind me. Cheers to the next year ahead. ““””

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—

Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— 

Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— 

Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

Martin Niemöller (1892–1984)