I am a girl,
whose mother left
& father was not there.
THIS IS A PERSONAL STORY.
Actually, I have come to understand my story was much simpler, where my mother was working abroad and my father was doing his best in silence. In the separation from my mother at age 3, my younger self thought "I had no place to belong", "I was really scared", "I would rather be invisible like my father, and just be nice so I will not be abandon altogether", and "I felt like a nobody" for many years.
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When I was 9 years old, I moved abroad reunited with my mother and started secondary education in an International School with diverse multicultural friends. While “Vietnam - the first culture” was my birth place, the other country I was brought up in, with international friends I grew up with shaped me into a “Third Culture Kid” who struggled with alot of anxiety around adjustment issues, lost of relationships, lack of belonging and confusing sense of self. The question "Who am I?" was loud and difficult to answer.
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At age 14, I became a Top 5 performer in class. My mother and others started to acknowledge me. I found the cure from being a "nobody" to a "someone outstanding". Who am I? I am impressive and exceptional. So in the next 10 years, I kept winning competitions, scholarships, valedictorian, and leading projects. Yet subtly deep down, I never felt good enough and continued to fear my nothingness which drove my excellency.
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My first life crisis hit at age 24 where I hit a burned out. I hide in my room only to find a small girl feeling unworthy, lost and extremely scared. Asking for help meant I was officially a failure. I was screaming all alone.This place of aloneness is the most depressive place anyone can experience.
My first therapy experience helped me to understand going for therapy is like opening the door for the warm sun to shine into my inner house so I can gain awareness and empathy.
Just like our house, our inner home may contain unresolved grief, pain, and suffering. When we hide, suppress, or reject our true inner call for help, it is also an act of Self-abandonment.
We often wore masks to seek acceptance.
Then, we wonder why we lost who we are.
In my journey of finding a home in myself, I had to drop the masks that kept me looking sane to face many fears and pains that were hidden within me.
It is through this healing journey, I experienced the undeniable light of calmness and connection in me. A sense of self fully present with pure compassion and no fear for what is in the moment. Through it, I held my pain and experienced a natural healing rhyme flowing at its own pace. It hosted my pain, I found a home. It is from this home, that I offer the same unshakable secure calmness to others and hold them in times of their storms or struggles.
My sufferings told me of what was important yet neglected in me, it also showed me my power and gifts for others. So today, I feel confident in making ways to create the kind of relationships and life I truly value.
I feel so blessed for my unusual times, for my greatest pain showed me my highest meaning, purpose and the joy of life.
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If you are still reading here, I want to thank you for your time and I look forward to hearing about your story too.
From my heart,
No one can change the past.
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But we can be honest about it &let it teach us how to fly.