"I was slike a a good hell where i was like, everything that isn't real can go," she says. "This sense of self that i have that can be slashed to death in one word from my mother must not be real if it's so fragile" She writes about the cycle of telling herself all sorts of things that aren't true to help us do the things that we feel that we have to do because we saw ourselves as separate. 'We have to build a new story to cover up the shame'