Healing is not a straight path and this story does not have a neat ending.
It's taken me years to get to the point where I feel like I can ask for help.
This feels as much a coming-of-age for me, as it is for them.
My body and I are just now getting reacquainted.
Losing sleep is the very least of it.
It's okay to not feel okay.
Asian but Australian, but Asian.
For those to whom nothing comes easily.
Where does all the love go?
It's time we talk about this.
You've not been forgotten.