“A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.” — Rachel Sontag Copy Share Image
“A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed… — Rachel Sontag Copy Share Image
“I was lonely. I felt it deeply and permanently, that this state of being on my own might never disappear. But I welcomed the… — Rachel Sontag Copy Share Image
“Once I could see Mom for who she was, and not the mother she had failed to be, I'd be able to forgive her.… — Rachel Sontag Copy Share Image
