My Daughter/Myself Posted on April 10, 2015May 9, 2015 by Marilea C. Rabasa Sometimes my words pale before Angie’s, and I’m very glad of that. Her voice should be loud and clear in this memoir: the voice of the child, the voice of the poet, and later, sadly, the voice of the young woman corrupted by addiction. I sprinkle the story with examples of her writing, little snapshots of my daughter, at different points in her life. When she was eight, she wrote this (from “My Daughter/Myself”): Of course the great poignancy of the story is that my daughter and I mirror each other. We share the same addictions. But my child is a worse version of myself, and so much of the work in my life now has been coming to terms with that legacy and learning how to transcend it. I am deeply grateful for all the education and support I’ve received in the 12-Step fellowships over the years. It is in those rooms that I’ve taken back my life and learned how to be happy and at peace. Hugs and prayers to all of my friends as we share our strength and hope on this journey!