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May 6, 2010
My teen years were marked by my mom’s intense unhappiness which ultimately led her into alcoholism. I remember those years with horror. Initially I found nothing good in the experience. Yet as I matured, I learned its worth.

It taught me that everything we do, we do with one goal: to live happily. My mom just wanted to be happy.

It also taught me that numbing the pain is never good. Pain and darkness need to be faced head-on.

And that is such a precious treasure I carry from those years, now I wouldn’t have it differently.