But what if x = a + b + c + d…?
What if the “x” we call a person is made of everything that has shaped them — their body, memories, wounds, love, relationships, choices, experiences, and all the things they carry?
I have never heard the FULL story but as I understand it, Eric's mom basically dipped shortly after he was born and wasn't there for him in his childhood, but they reconnected just enough that they seem to be on speaking terms, though she still lives in the US.