I had to find it elsewhere in the world.
I’ll never be someone who had a mother who didn’t fuck with her. I’ll always be a person who had to escape from a crap pile to make her whole amazing self up. There’s a lot of sorrow and ugliness in that. But there’s a lot of beauty too.
But we can’t erase our lives. We can’t change what our mothers or fathers or step parents were like or what demons or gods ruled them or when they died or how. We can only change who we are in relation to them. We can revise how we narrate those stories of our lives.
Source: http://therumpus.net/2012/05/dear-sugar-the-rumpus-advice-column-98-monsters-and-ghosts/
