Two months ago, I fled my country — not because I wanted to, but because staying meant prison and silence. Living as a journalist in exile means poverty, loss of dignity, and constant uncertainty. This is what exile actually feels like, and why truth still matters even when the world wants it quiet.
One week ago, I was forced to leave Georgia — the country I love — and go into exile. For years, I worked as a journalist and TV host, exposing truth despite threats and violence. Today, as Georgian journalists are silenced and jailed, I continue my mission abroad: to speak truth to power, no matter the cost.
