AdventuresWithMeg

I wrote an open letter to my mother a while ago with many things I vaguely mentioned, but enough to know she would understand if she read it.  I have been in contact and living with my mum for about two years now; while the relationship isn’t fully mended, I do understand where her head was during my childhood and why some things happened.

We had a deep chat a while ago and have been working slowly on mending the bridge, and it’s definitely better than it was. We have moments where it can be tricky, but we mostly have worked through them, and the therapy and self-work I’ve done have helped considerably. 

I used to have more anger and severe anxiety when her name was mentioned, and it has decreased significantly over the years with the therapy and things. As I got older, I realized there are things you can’t change about people unless they want to change and holding onto anger isn’t that healthy. It’s been a journey, but I hated most of it, to be frank, the feeling of not knowing who you are and not having a solid foundation. I still feel lost in other ways but much lower than when I wrote that letter. 

Im not fully healed, but im much better than I used to be, and taking it one day at a time and not pushing where I should let myself rest. 

Anywho, im not sure how to end this, but I am off to eat supper and do some unpacking. 

Till Next Time, 

Meg

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