“We fled Sri Lanka because of the war. The army was looking for my dad, so he left first. My mother, my siblings and I left later. We didn’t expect to be sent to Nauru.
On Nauru, we spent four years living in a tent. We didn’t feel safe there: there were bad accidents that happened. When refugees would finish their work and return to the camp at night, sometimes locals would kick them and take their money.
My younger brother’s mental health was very bad when we were on Nauru. He made a suicide attempt four or five times. . . washing powder, cutting his hand. One time he was talking to a counsellor in the hospital and my brother got angry – he used a cable tie on his own neck.