#dear mom

[disease]

KRISTEN WELLES BARTLEY | DEAR MOM [2021]

#kristen welles bartley #minimal #hands #black and white #monochrome #dear mom #photography #u #EDIT

[dear-narcissistic-mom]

Dear Mom, I will never treat people the way you treat those closest to you. All you do is hurt.

#narcissistic abuse #narcissistic parents #narcissistic mother #narcissism #narcissistic personality disorder #dear mom #child abuse

[ilovedirt]

for phonetic purposes:

#dear mom #seal #meme #linguistics #language #english #30 #jokes #about me

[bending-sickle]

not my mother hating my dad being abusive and drunk until he tells me to “shut the fuck up” and then it’s “he’s right, you know”

#day keeps rolling downhill #randomness #dear mom

[dearestmother]

Dearest mother,

I'll never forget the moment I realized calling out 'mom' would never result in meeting you ever again....

Perhaps my first lesson of loosing you and the reality hitting home.

I still pretend it's not real... like now... here I am calling you

'MOM!'

Love,

Your adoring daughter

#dear mother #mom #mother #dear mom #dearest mother #letters

[relief-permission]

Something very emotional I need to express.

Warning: mention of self harm

My sweet little girl.

So alone in this big dark world.

So helpless to the things being done to you.

The things they did to you.

The things you do to you.

You never dared to cry or shout.

You always smiled because, even when it hurts that way you hoped they wouldn't stop loving you.

You never dared to talk back.

You always feared of being alone.

You always feared of being hurt.

But now after all your effords, you have to realise that because you didn't cry, because they didn't let you, that everything was a waste of energy.

And now your sitting in this dark room that looks just like your fathers house with scars on your arms, tears in your eyes, begging for god to help you while deep inside you know very well that no one will come to safe you.

You're to old.

You're to big.

You now have to take care of yourself.

And them.

#anger #feelings #inner child #dear dad #dear mom #sad thoughts #self h@te #self h@rm

[snowdrop-yoongi]

"welcome home, or leaving in reverse" by yours truly. a poem made from fragments of my mother's text messages inspired by the talented and brilliant @mossycoat

#oops #dear mom #sorry that my version is so much sadder. yours was so wholesome #this was uh. rough to make #but i couldn't get it out of my head when i saw yours. i wanted to do something in reverse chronological order going back to #the text that basically ended my relationship w my mother #and it is now past 6am and i haven't slept gjsdklgjskljdgsg #anyways izzy if you read this thank you i love you i hope you have a good day today. it's daytime there right. mwah #personal #poetry #there's a typo in this but im not re-screenshotting all of that so if u saw it No You Didn't

[joyczarina]

11.17.23

2/8

dear mom,

i'm amazed of how strong you are right now.

knowing that the tumor got smaller with just 1 session, how much healing will it take til you can safely remove it? i am already happy with the progress!

i'm also grateful to my siblings, specially you @jeanjotsit. you don't know how much weight was being lifted off of my shoulder just by existing.

#dear mom #cancer

[diary-about-issuses]

Diary Entry 11

Dear Mom,

By the time I was 4, I could understand hell. It was constant torture. It was unending, unbearable pain. It was the pressure I felt at home. The constant overwhelming fear that something was going to go wrong, and I would feel the echoes of that pain for days. it was the need to starve myself to feel something other than the uncomprehendable anxiety I didn't have words to express. It was the knowledge that no matter how hard I tried, how hard I learned and studied and cried; I would never fit in with my peers. It was everything I knew and everything I will never be able to express.

Now, I am 22 and I still can't understand heaven, but I am starting to. It's not gold streets, and white marble buildings. It's not singing praise to God. No.

It's the sparkle in my boyfriend's eyes when he sees me. It's they way I can look at myself in the mirror and no longer see my faults. It's the way sodas coated with friends laughter is always sweeter. Heaven is not having to apologize and giving myself permission to do something. Heaven is the bittersweet tatse of doing something new and failing. It's the way the breeze cools me off. It's the I never have to doubt my boyfriend's love. It's the way I feel like I can take a deep breath.

Heaven is the freedom I found in the small moments.

#dear mom #diaryposting #dysfunctional household #enjoy #heaven

[angelsdevils]

Happy 52nd birthday mom, it never gets easier. And you never truly get over a death of a parent, but you learn how to better cope. I miss you every single day, and a day doesn’t go by that I don’t think about you. I know you are up there with dad now, probably having fun with grandpa and our aunts and uncles. Save some partying for me will ya? Don’t get too crazy. I know how you can get. Love you bunches

Your baby girl.

#dear mom #happy heavenly birthday

[burnt-out-poptart]

“Don’t have to worry about it if you have everything else distracting you. That’s how I get through stress; distractions.”

My heart shattered when he said those words. I felt the world crumble under my feet as the realization hit.

“I’m too late,” I thought. “ I couldn’t protect him well enough, I knew moving out was a mistake, I never wanted to leave him behind, I should’ve taken him with me. It’s my fault he has to deal with her abuse too. If I just sucked it up another couple years I-“

When kids have to grow up to be the mom to themselves, you get severe anxiety, strongly miss the childhood you never got, and receive the title of the ‘mom friend’ because being a maternal figure is all you know how to do.

When kids have to grow up to be the mom to their you get siblings, you get a little brother who likes your cooking better cos that’s what he was raised with, so everything you started off learning how to cook became his comfort home food.

When kids have to grow up to be the mom of their own mom, you get extreme guilt when you realize how much your mom had a bad past, but also so intensely angry at how she continues the cycle of abusive parenting, ruining another generation’s childhoods.

#dear mom #mommy issues #eldest daughter #oldest sister #sister #younger brother #baby brother #absent parents #survivor guilt #this is bullshit

[pretty-ichor]

i drank one bottle of wine and i feel a lot worse because SOMEONE had to fuck it up for me

#dear mom #i wish you to feel the worst of the worst after my death #just like you made me feel every fucking day #abusive parents amiritelmaooo

[dear-narcissistic-mom]

Dear Mom, I hate I have a hard time sticking to things because you taught me no one cares, is interested, or pays attention to my stuff so what's the point?

#dear mom #narcissism #narcissistic abuse #narcissistic personality disorder #narcissistic mother #child abuse #narcissistic parents #childhood #narcissictic parent #narcissistic mom

[channel-alli]

dear mom,

i'm writing to you today because it's currently mother's day in the U.S. right now. it's just monday in Korea. but i'm writing to you regardless because i thought of you and today makes me sad, just a little bit. i don't wish i was home but i wish i could say that i did. i wonder if you're thinking of your mom today, if you're thinking of all the ways she failed you and all the shit you wish you could've said to her, or maybe the way she hugged you or the way you took care of her in her final days. i don't know how you think and i think that's the worst part of it all; i don't get you, not one bit. i'm supposed to believe you're somehow a reflection of me, but i feel like there's this uncrossable bridge between us that neither of us dares to fix because that would mean actually talking to each other instead of past each other.

i wonder if you think you know me, if you believe you see through my core and feel close to me at that most basal level. some part of me believes you do, that you think you know me solely by virtue of having given birth to me. i think our closeness ended the second i tore out of you, to be quite honest; i'll never feel the comfort and safety of the womb again, no matter how much you text me and tell me that you love me. i know that you're trying, but i also know that no amount of honeyed words or futile gestures will ever make me feel safe around you again. if i ever felt safe around you.

i like to imagine that one day in the future, i'll be bringing flowers to your grave and time and grief will have softened my attitude toward you. i'll be thinking about the brief moments of joy we shared and the ways i could've been a better daughter, and all the things i wanted for us but never got. it comforts me to know you'll die one day. i know you hate the fact that i don't need you now, so maybe when you pass, i'll revise the past to make myself a helpless child again.

the weather is nice here today. i don't know about home, and i don't care to check. i don't hope that it's raining or sunshine-y or anything; i don't hope anything for you at all. this neutrality, this gray-rocking i do, it's become a security blanket for me. i know i won't ever truly be free of your grasp, that i'll always cling to that primal instinct of clambering for my mother. but now, i can look at you and your sorrow and your pitiable life and not feel a thing. i don't think i hate you, or even resent you now. i don't love you, either. i've given myself the freedom to not feel for you, even pity.

happy mother's day, mom. i mean it. i hope it's as happy as you think you deserve it to be. maybe you know on the inside how much you failed, or maybe you don't have a clue -- it's fine either way. i love you as much as you love me, and for all that's worth, maybe you could afford to buy yourself a mother's day card.

to another year.

your daughter,

xxx

#mother's day #dear mom #letters #anyway lmao

[bending-sickle]

my mother physically unable to let me utter a single sentence without interrupting me and then completely ignoring me like i’m just ambient noise when i complain about how utterly frustrating and rude it is

#this is the previous post #constantly livid about not being allowed to speak #i just wanted to list five countries to her who were doing a thing #but she already knew them so she interrupted me to say them herself #because god forbid she listen to me #and not put herself on a pedestal of knowledge #randomness #dear mom

[catanddragons]

I’ve finally finished going through and reformatting my old Yellow Nuzlocke to fit on Webtoon!

Episodes are scheduled daily through March 13!

#dragon hoard #dear mom #pokemon #nuzlocke #yellow #webtoon