I was born in a small farming village in Inner Mongolia, China, a place where poverty was part of everyday life, and even food was sometimes a luxury. My birth wasn’t met with joy, not because of who I was, but because a second child born during China’s one-child policy. My parents, under tremendous social pressure, considered ending the pregnancy, but chose not to.
Growing up, I carried the unspoken weight of that story. I experienced deep emotional pain, isolation, and a persistent sense of not belonging. These early scars became part of my emotional blueprint, shaping how I viewed myself and the world. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was the beginning of my healing journey.
