My name is Bracha.
When I was little, I hated my name.
Bracha means blessing in Hebrew.
I didn’t feel like a blessing to anyone.
Growing up was hard…it was painful and challenging and hurt more than it should have.
But it taught me who I am and how to be.
I am Bracha.
I am an artist and a writer.
I am a partner and a wife.
I am a mother and a friend.
I am a sister and a daughter and a part of a broken family.
I am whole.
I am neither blessing nor curse.
I am here and I have some things to say.
I hope that you will listen.