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When she says, “Sorry for your loss.” Flash a tight smile that says; can you believe it? — I just lost my baby. I don’t know where to find her. I know where her body is, but she’s no longer in it.
Christina Vo’s new memoir, THE VEIL BETWEEN TWO WORLDS, explores how that path towards healing and self-love is never direct.
Without realizing it, my brain has done a good job of blocking out my mom rage. These moments sweep me and other moms into something unrecognizable. I’m ashamed of the times I’ve let my own desires for creative fulfillment cloud what’s happening before me in real time, especially as it relates to my kids. But forgive me for saying this: I’m fighting for me. My therapist says she loves how I have a strong sense of self, and that I strive for it.