7 Reasons I’m Sick Of Living In The United States
There’s never a dull moment, and I don’t mean that in a good way

Hi, friends. Today is not a day where I feel like finishing an article about my favorite places to go in Argentina.
It’s not a day where I feel like writing about anything, really, except the dumpster fire of a country I live in.
We all process tragedy differently, and right now I’m not in a place to feel hopeful, optimistic, or expansive.
I’m in flight-or-fight mode. This is definitely a knee-jerk response to the shooting in Uvalde. And it’s the build-up of having a front-row seat to systemic oppression, inequity, and violence for 24 years.
I acknowledge that there are many, many, many places where freedom of speech is more restricted and the government often outright kills their own citizens.
Yet, I never got anything out of comparing situations.
I don’t feel better by saying, at least I wasn’t born in a place where I have to walk 5 miles every day for clean water. Or, at least I don’t live in a country that has always been torn apart by war.
I am grateful for the privileges I have because of my citizenship status, nationality, whiteness, and heteronormativity.
Here’s a list of reasons I am ready to blow this popsicle stand.
#1: Lack of Gun Control
There have been 214 mass shootings in the United States this year. Most prominently, the racially motivated one in Buffalo, N.Y., and the shooting in Uvalde, Texas, where 19 elementary schoolers and 2 teachers died waiting for police that were right outside.
Quite frankly, I haven’t been able to think about anything else.
How is any teacher, child, or Black person, supposed to feel safe in the continued wake of these shootings?
Most of these shooters are young white men who have a history of domestic abuse against women they know.
How is anyone supposed to feel safe?
The years since Sandy Hook have not rendered me optimistic. After Sandy Hook, we said never again.
Yet, guns are currently the leading cause of death among children and teens, accounting for 1 in 10 gun-related deaths and disproportionately affecting the LGBTQ+ community and students of color.
There have been 948 “never-agains” since Sandy Hook.
I don’t know how much longer I can be optimistic about gun reform happening in this country.

#2: Roe v. Wade
My country is telling me that I should carry a child to term no matter what, have that child, and then the rest is up to me. Daycare, time off, and healthcare are all in the hands of the woman that was trying to obtain an abortion in the first place.
I shouldn’t have to wonder if ordering abortion pills in the mail is a good idea because maybe one day, I’ll need them, and won’t have access to them.
Everything about Roe v Wade most likely being overturned tells me my country of origin doesn’t value me enough to treat me like an entire human being.
What about people who need abortions and can’t get time off from work? Who don’t have the money to travel hours and hours to another state and stay there for 48 hours?
What about women of color who are disproportionately affected by laws restricting access to necessary medical care such as abortion?
Just A Few More That Get To Me
#3: Black Lives Matter. The school-to-prison pipeline. Critical Race Theory opponents. General refusal to try to learn about the past, recognize internal biases, and do better in the present.
#4: Policing practices that do not seem to serve and protect
#4: High rates of domestic violence against women, especially transgender women
#5: Grind Culture. Why are we all obsessed with work?
#6: High maternal mortality. Expensive healthcare. Inequities in healthcare.
#7: Staggering college debt
I am not a runner. I like to fight for my rights. I have a strong desire to amplify voices that may otherwise not be heard without taking over the spotlight. I am passionate about pushing for change, even it’s only incremental.
I understand the change I want to see will take time, maybe longer than my own lifetime.
If it weren’t for #1- gun violence- I don’t know if I’d be in such a cynical state of mind.
I haven’t had a lot of faith in our government in a while, but I do have faith in the people that live here.
What breaks my heart is, my family is here. My ties are here. In this beautiful, hurting country. The world I was born into was in some ways just as backward as the one I live in now.
One difference? The number of mass shootings the year I was born was 6(that’s the highest recorded number I was able to find, although it was likely higher due to lack of recording).
Recently, it just seems like too much. If we can’t agree on a child’s right to live, what can we agree on?
Let me know what you’ve been thinking about around all of this in the comments.
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