Thread by @vickimuradyan

I'm walking to a anti-Russian protest now. I'm raising awareness 24/7. I'm opening my apartment to anyone I know who needs support, encouragement or help.

But when war came to my country in 2020, I was left alone in my uni residence room for weeks w/o a word of sympathy or care.

https://twitter.com/tahovhannisyan/status/1496903900816883717

No one hates war more than I do. I am triggered every minute by visuals, words, videos. It took me almost 1.5 years to get my mental health and stability back after #NagornoKarabakh. But I did that mostly alone, with maybe 2-3 people giving me a shoulder to cry on.

This outpouring sympathy for Ukrainians warms my heart. But it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I ask myself a question: did my country, did my people deserved it less? Forget ab geopolitics, war is war. It was an unprovoked, unjustified & unforgivable war for us. Only for us.

I asked some European friends to organise a fundraiser for #NagornoKarabakh humanitarian needs, they told me it was too sensitive for their careers & too political.
It's easy to be on the right side of the history when you're one in millions. It's harder when it requires courage.

I was bullied behind my back regularly for speaking up, raising awareness about the war & the conflict. I was "too outspoken", even when 1000s died.
I got over everything I went through, but I will never forget that. I'll never forget that for most people, sympathy is selective.

I have so much more to tell. But it is not the right moment or the right medium. After being treated like my people did not deserve words of sympathy, encouragement, a simple social media post with #StandWithArmenia, incl from Ukrainians, I don't hold a grudge.
I #StandForUkraine