My name is Olena. I’m from Kharkiv. In February 2022, our city woke up to explosions. A rocket destroyed my home. I lost everything. I had to flee—first to Lviv, then abroad.Eventually, I ended up in the United States. It’s safe here, but my thoughts are still back home. Now, I’m feeling stressed again—this time because of the new immigration policies of the U.S. administration. The fear of losing the ability to stay here and the uncertainty about the future have brought back the feeling of instability.
My name is Andrii. I’m from Mariupol. When the war started, everything changed overnight. Our city was surrounded. We had no electricity, no water, no way out. I saw things no one should ever see—destruction, fear, and loss.After weeks of living in a basement, I managed to escape with my younger sister. We crossed several countries before finally reaching the U.S. I hoped this would be a fresh start. But now, the uncertainty brought by the new immigration policies here makes me anxious again. I fear being forced to leave and face the unknown once more.