When I was growing up, I didn't realize that I was also watching my mom and dad grow up. I spent most of my life focusing on their imperfections instead of seeing that they were just two imperfect humans doing their best at being parents.
For the last few years, the most important priority in my life has been healing the broken relationship I had with my parents for more than a decade. Here is my raw and real journey—what I did, and what I learned. I hope these reflections will help you feel a little less lonely on your journey.
I was physically assaulted while riding the Caltrain in June 2016. I’ve only told a few people about this incident. In light of recent events, I wanted to share my story publicly. We need more awareness. We need to spread more love.
For my last essay, I wanted to write about my dream of living next to my family, friends, & their families. There are many things I want to create. This is one I will never regret building.
Shame is a poisoned arrow I kept buried in my heart. It took me a long time to forgive myself for how I mistreated my parents. It was the gift that I needed to give myself to live my best life.
