“For the last 35 years, my mother kept the truth. Like an archaeologist, I had unearthed a hidden secret.”
- Love What Matters
- Grief
“For the last 35 years, my mother kept the truth. Like an archaeologist, I had unearthed a hidden secret.”
“Having a traumatic relationship with your mother does not have to define your relationship with your children. There is hope the moment we start to see ourselves for the essence and pure light we are.”
“I used to think successful people were the ones with the high-profile careers, the most put-together houses and children, the ones who look good from the outside. I was wrong.”
“A mere 21 days before our wedding, my husband was diagnosed with Stage 4 Metastatic Melanoma.”
“Five years, no calls. All those missed moments your brain doesn’t know how to translate.”
“I was six years old the first time it happened. He asked if I wanted to play a game called ‘Truth or Dare.’ By the time I was in middle school, I understood drinking. Suddenly, nothing seemed awful anymore.”
“We’re all struggling with something. Even if I’m able to help one person, I want to be able to do that.”
“I started the guessing game: Benzos? No. Acid? No. Mushrooms? No. Bath salts? No. I remember pausing and feeling a chill go through me. Heroin? Yes. ‘Daniel, are you telling me that Jeremy is using heroin?’ Yes.”
“I could not be more proud to hear him call me dad.”
Li sketched out a map of his home village. He couldn’t remember his birth name, the names of his parents, or the name of his village, but he recalled the rivers, rice paddies, and roads that wound through the countryside.