My mother will never love me. She will say the words but never follow through with love, kindness or protection. I made excuses for her because I didn’t want to be alone, needed to believe I was loved. I still need that but have had to face the devastating reality that there is no hope. One of the tools mentioned in many of the articles and books I have read as a step towards healing is to write about our experiences. But spending hours writing about the horrors put me into a depressive spiral for 3 weeks. So a couple of weeks later I realised a blog may help to heal through this process but it’s important I remain anonymous.
Disclaimer for this blog. Everything written on or about this blog, is taken from my own experiences. and is highly personal.
Currentlly I remain anonymous. This way I can write the abuse, gaslighting, sabotaging and. to normal people, the incomprehensible absence of love from a mother towards her daughter. It’s not a cop out , it’s life insurance.