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"I had held on longer than most and, up to age 12, could still find one or two friends who would secretly, shamefully, play with me in the basement."
"'I make my kids eat what I serve,' other parents would say with casual confidence, as though I simply lacked backbone."
"I’m telling my story now because maybe it will help wake us up to the nightmare we’ve created."
"In that moment, my heart was stripped naked. I apologized, wiping my eyes."
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"As I sat in the suffocating silence of my pitch-black room, tears streaming down my face, I realized I’d been doing everything wrong."
“Slipping away from one’s own life was one thing, but slipping away from the demands of a struggling child felt criminal.”
"The explanation complicated the narrative that I had come to understand throughout my upbringing — the one that had kept me from wanting to know more."
"We weren’t fighting. We weren’t miserable. We loved each other deeply. But something was missing."
"In church, I’ve heard people say 'God is in control' to dismiss the crisis – but my faith calls me to speak up, gently but firmly."
"'I’m so angry,' my second sister said, visibly shaking. 'I’m not kidding, I’m mad.' Our parents had been cruelest to her."

































