There are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Everyone may spend varying times in these stages, but each stage is integral, with acceptance being arguably the most important. Except this isn’t about experiencing a close death; it’s about refinding my identity as a Black woman living in an inherently White country. I would categorize my time in Austria as comprising five stages of identity that feel almost like the stages of grief. Moments where I was proud of my Blackness, where I got more in touch with my African identity. Yet there were also moments where I wanted to crawl out of my skin because I couldn’t tell if the looks of disgust were real or if my mind was playing tricks on me this time. I’d like to invite you to read the five stages of identity that I experienced in Austria.