Immigrant life does not always arrive through dramatic moments. Sometimes it arrives through an Uber ride, a Tim Hortons order, a grocery trip to T&T, or the quiet act of checking if your wife is still beside you before sleeping.
There was a season when P-Pop filled almost every space in my day. Then life arrived with new worries, new responsibilities, and the quiet realization that survival sometimes asks us to pause the music we love.
Even when life looks okay from the outside, the internal war can still rage. In this raw reflection on Romans 7:15, I share how lingering depressive episodes challenged my faith, shaped my view of grace, and helped me discover what healing really looks like—less like victory, more like quiet returning.
