We can’t heal from a loss when we don’t know exactly what we’ve lost, or when we don’t allow ourselves to accept that we’ve lost it. When I pressured myself to “do well” in the U.S. in my first decade here after moving from Japan, I lost pride and respect for my culture. I lost opportunities to learn and to appreciate my culture as I assimilated and the Japanese way of living. Around 2015, I started to mourn these losses, and in order to attend to these losses and to my cultural bereavement, in 2022, I went back to Japan for one month to learn Mokuhanga (Japanese woodblock printmaking) and Nihonga (Japanese watercolor painting). Through acquiring the skills and knowledge of these traditional art forms, I learned the cultural beliefs, customs, and history of the country. It felt much like I was getting back what I had lost, and it was healing to share the cultural values with teachers in Japan who understood me.The trip was only the most recent step in a long journey to feel like a whole person, one who does not need to sacrifice a part of my identity for the sake of belonging. Small acts of reclaiming have helped, and continuing to learn Mokuhanga printmaking is one way I have learned to heal.