The bits and pieces of our lives and the bits and pieces of our parents’ lives make us who we are, every last bit. We forget that. The mind-blowing part of it is that we also forget that, as adults, we can change what doesn’t work for us, what keeps us stuck, what keeps us from loving the child that deserved the best of all possible opportunities but didn’t get them. We’re afraid to approach the hurt, illformed, scared little kid inside of us that did not fit into the family it was born into.
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