I mean. It was beautiful and heavy and really hard to listen to. The realities that we live with a part from the ones that we show, is hard and heartbreaking. Jennette’s relationship with people and her mom
and finding language to shift perspective and fight for herself is something I understand well. When people you love commandeer autonomy and self, it’s hard to translate their words and their thoughts into something you understand not to be your own…

I’m learning that our parents are imperfect humans too and just as Jeannette said, that’s a hard reality to
come to terms with…but a freeing one nonetheless. 

Again, just feeling honored that I’m getting to sit and listen to these narratives and learn and empathize and contemplate.