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The Breaking Point On January 8, 2021, I sat down with Liz and blurted out, “What did you do to me?? I haven’t stopped crying since I left your office!” She gently told me that tears are healing—that I was finally grieving for the little girl I had abandoned, betrayed, and neglected for so long.
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Reclaiming the Self After Maternal Abandonment Every year as my children grow, I’m reminded of the girl I once was. Having two children and a bonus daughter has given me the deepest mirror into my own soul. Through them, I’ve been forced to meet parts of myself I had long buried. Watching my daughter—now 11—move
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I was searching through my journals to find the exact date that I met my mother again in Washington. To my surprise, it was exactly 24 years ago today as I write this post—July 5th, 2001. Crazy timing and alignment. How apropos. July 5th, 2001 That morning, after showering, I found a silver dolphin necklace