The Washington Post

Moving into my mother’s basement helped my kids — and helped save my life

In the spirit of putting on your own oxygen mask before helping another, first I had to take responsibility for my own wellness.

Pari Chang, The Washington Post
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If I’d had a big cape, I would have wrapped all of us up in it. If I could have blown a bubble and put us within its protective iridescence, I’d have kept us inside it forever. When my husband moved out, it had hit me: Two children were under my exclusive care.

In the spirit of putting on your own oxygen mask before helping another, first I had to take responsibility for my own wellness. I gave up drinking, though I wasn’t an alcoholic. In my mind, I didn’t have the luxury of a fizzy cocktail buzz. What I had was sole custody of a baby and a toddler. I became unequivocally good, returning library books on time, swearing off even white lying. In the divorce, I aimed to do the Michelle Obama thing, go high…read more here.

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