I went to NY for a few days to help my father and it was interesting to be back. It made me realize there is nothing left for me in the western world. I am unhappy being in a civilized civilization. I am happy in Haiti. When I was in NY, I could feel myself being moody and not wanting to get out of bed, but in Haiti I wake up early and I am happy to. Of course, sometimes I am exhausted and I think to myself I want sleep, but that is different from not wanting to get out of bed which is what my life was like in NY and France and California. I can’t do that again! I don’t want to be depressed and I was because of my situation.
Haiti to me is like an antidepressant except it isn’t a drug. I am happy there and I really can’t see myself wanting to leave. I belong in Haiti.