My Mother’s Big Reveal: I Was a Bastard

Not just another origin story…

Andi Nara
The Memoirist
Published in
11 min readAug 30, 2023

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Lonely girl sitting on a doorway, face buried in her palms
Photo by Pixabay

Occasionally, the delicate thread of time and space cracks for a split second, and an opportunity presents itself. A chance to change, escape, start something, or end something. That split second can mean the end of life as you know it.

If you ever had to make a significant, life-altering decision, I’m sure you must…

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Andi Nara
The Memoirist

I write my life story - how I reclaimed myself after 18+ years of toxic trauma | Stroke Survivor | Championing Women in Leadership | Mentor | Human | Dog owner