‘Humans of New York’ Is In Paris And It’s A Parade Of Angels

Take a look at the heartwarming humanity in Paris, France - the city has been through a lot, yet the people within are magic through and through.
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Despite the fact that Paris has been through quite a lot in the past few years, poignant and empowering humanity thrives and blooms in many unique storylines throughout the city yet. If you haven’t heard of Humans of New York, immerse yourself in the colorful collage of culture and life as seen by many different people. Although home base of the account is usually New York City, this past week has featured stories from Paris, France, and almost completely women at that.

Here are some touching words from some compelling human beings that will make you feel like you’re not alone in this journey called life…

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“My father is schizophrenic. As a child I lived with him every other week. During those times I acted like a second mother. I did everything for him. I’d make all the decisions—even the difficult ones. He lived in the past. He’d bring up fights he had during his childhood. And he was paranoid. Mostly he was paranoid of losing me. He’d call me his ‘soul mate.’ His ‘sunshine.’ It was all very confusing. I was only ten years old. The most hurtful thing was seeing him destroy himself. He was capable of getting a job, especially when he took his medicine. But he was always drunk. He had a lot of homeless friends that took advantage of the situation. They’d take his money. They’d sleep over. And I was the one who had to kick them out. Everything was on my shoulders. I was losing weight. I couldn’t concentrate at school. Eventually I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. One night he got so angry that I locked myself in the bathroom, and I stopped talking to him for four years. No more worrying. No more headaches. I felt a bit guilty, but mostly I just felt free. I could work on my own problems. I could learn about myself. I’m seventeen now, and we’ve started talking again recently. But on my terms. I decide when I want to see him. It’s still complicated, but it’s easier. Because I’ve learned to accept that my father has no interest in improving his situation. And that it’s not my responsibility to make him.” (Paris, France)

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