MOTHER. MONSTER. MIRACLES

On the first of January 2024, I called the police on myself. I told them I loved my children and I was losing my mind and I needed someone to save them from me. Two hours later, I lost custody of all four.

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This is not a book about being a victim.

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It is a book about what it costs to finally stop pretending you are fine - and what becomes possible when you do.

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MOTHER. MONSTER. MIRACLES. is my true story as a Vietnamese woman who came to England at eighteen with a scholarship and a dream, and spent the next fifteen years surviving things I was never supposed to talk about.

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A marriage held together by surveillance cameras and midnight interrogations. Four children raised alone. Two premature twins diagnosed with autism. A body that grew fourteen abscesses because my immune system had simply given up. A night so dark I stood at the edge of it and almost didn't come back.

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And then - slowly, unglamorously, truthfully - a return.

This book moves through three parts: the wound, the breaking, and the rebuilding. It does not offer easy answers or a tidy recovery arc. It offers something rarer: an honest account of what it actually looks like to fall completely apart and find, in the wreckage, the first true version of yourself.

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Written for every woman who has ever felt she was too much and never enough at the same time.

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Written for every mother who has loved her children more than she loved herself - and nearly destroyed both in the process.

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Written for anyone who has ever thought: I thought I was the only one.

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If this book finds you, it was meant to.