One day the wind in your sails will pick back up and you’ll create the most beautiful art that younger you will be so proud of, no matter how long it takes to get there. I can’t wait to be there for it. 💙
This, is beautiful. I too was the daughter/granddaughter that constantly fell short of expectations. Raising my baby brother and then having kids of my own. I never did end up getting it right, according to them, but I understand that ache you described. That anger, for me anyway, was rooted in the pain of grief. It was a loss, even if it wasn’t a permanent loss, it was a time of loss. The people, we are told, that are supposed to love us, to see us, picked us apart and left the scraps on the floor. Your anger is beautiful. It’s an echo of a pain you are currently healing by taking that piece of you back. This fellow healer and mom, is proud of you 🖤 🫂
The only thing I got right was getting married and having children, everything else I do isn't 'in line' with how things should be apparently.
Yes, you're so right! It is grief. I often get so angry about those lost years, missed opportunities and the time I could have used to become.
Thank you! Your comment has given me a real boost and clarity. I've never thought of anger as beautiful, it's always been something to hide and not feel. You've given me a real gift here x
It’s so hard to focus on you when you have so many responsibilities (Societal and Family) that you (Like most of us “good girls”) leave solo stuff till last if ever. It’s not only you as you know but taking the steps to use your voice again (written and spoken) will begin to free you and grow you too! “
Oh this made me angry. So so angry for the version of you that you could have been if you’d had the support when you needed. But also so happy for the version of you that you are today, becuase the years of experience has made you the wonderful writer you are now 💚
One day the wind in your sails will pick back up and you’ll create the most beautiful art that younger you will be so proud of, no matter how long it takes to get there. I can’t wait to be there for it. 💙
I had a full on cry when I read this. I'm so excited to have you along for the ride, whatever that may be, you beautiful soul.
This, is beautiful. I too was the daughter/granddaughter that constantly fell short of expectations. Raising my baby brother and then having kids of my own. I never did end up getting it right, according to them, but I understand that ache you described. That anger, for me anyway, was rooted in the pain of grief. It was a loss, even if it wasn’t a permanent loss, it was a time of loss. The people, we are told, that are supposed to love us, to see us, picked us apart and left the scraps on the floor. Your anger is beautiful. It’s an echo of a pain you are currently healing by taking that piece of you back. This fellow healer and mom, is proud of you 🖤 🫂
The only thing I got right was getting married and having children, everything else I do isn't 'in line' with how things should be apparently.
Yes, you're so right! It is grief. I often get so angry about those lost years, missed opportunities and the time I could have used to become.
Thank you! Your comment has given me a real boost and clarity. I've never thought of anger as beautiful, it's always been something to hide and not feel. You've given me a real gift here x
It’s so hard to focus on you when you have so many responsibilities (Societal and Family) that you (Like most of us “good girls”) leave solo stuff till last if ever. It’s not only you as you know but taking the steps to use your voice again (written and spoken) will begin to free you and grow you too! “
Thanks, D. Every time I see another daughter who took on too much my heart aches but I'm starting to believe healing is possible.
Oh this made me angry. So so angry for the version of you that you could have been if you’d had the support when you needed. But also so happy for the version of you that you are today, becuase the years of experience has made you the wonderful writer you are now 💚
But fuck that guy.
I think about that version of myself so often these days. I wonder about her. Tried to write about her in my Haunted story.
And yes, everything led me here.
Agreed, fuck that guy x