Repatriation blues..so that's what it's called. When you find yourself nodding at the quote above then yes, you have it too.

I was wondering why I suddenly broke down crying while I was walking along EDSA on my way to take the stairs of MRT Station in Quezon City. It was triggered by being sent back and forth to different government agencies just to register my daughter in the system after an entire week of endless struggles to obtain identity in my home country.