In our family, we learned to love one another for how well we were able to conform to the story they wrote for us—not as who we really are. It was not until I began to articulate my own story that I realized how little I knew about yours. You and I cannot speak because we live on opposite sides of that story. We cannot speak because my truth negates yours, and yours negates mine. My story can never speak for anyone else’s, including yours.
