We were miserable. Everything about the camp was WRONG.
This place was meant to be safe for people like us, a place without danger where we could rest while our claims to asylum were processed.
The security guards meant to protect us treated us like dirt. My sister and I , as well as other people, were abused by them multiple times.
Instead, it was a place of violence, anger, and sadness, worse than at home.
That was barely half of it. There was also inadequate healthcare, inadequate education, and a lot of suicide. Others were understandably depressed, and some children had to watch security guards rape their mothers. This supposed safe haven was a living hell.
Me and my sister were stuck in that horrid place for years.
We had been both been granted 5 year safe haven Visas. We would live in Australia.
Best of all, we could leave Nauru, hopefully forever.
We were already imagining what life in Australia would be like.
Of course, I'd always remember and hate what happened to me at Nauru...
...but I would be safe in Australia. Safe to move on, safe to think of my future, safe to do anything I want, and I am eternally grateful for that.