For years, I carried blame for what my parents couldn’t give me. But healing began the moment I saw the child inside each of them — and realized the cycle could stop with me.
For two decades, I kept my college diploma shoved in a box because I didn’t think it mattered. This is the story of what happened the day I finally let myself feel proud — and why so many of us bury the very things we’ve fought to earn.
What looked like strength was really survival. This is why I cried in the shower for years — and what happened the day I finally told myself the truth.