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anouchan-jpg · 7 months
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rozcdust · 3 months
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growing up with an angry father is terrifying but growing up a daughter with an angry mother is gut wrenching because you get it, you understand that she’s been worn down by the world and being treated as less and she’s been carrying the rage and traumas of her mother and her mother before her and her mother before her and when you see her you recognise that same rage in you
but her rage is not pointed at the world, it’s pointed at you because you’re 14 and not used to the harshness of it yet but she will make sure you get there and you don’t know what to do but cry and she hates seeing your tears because they make her nauseous
growing up with an angry mother feels like being ripped apart because you know she loves you, she’s your worst enemy, she makes you feel safe, she terrifies you, she’s your best friend, she’s the reason you can’t let people get close, you love her, you never cried over a boy or a girl as much as you cried over her words, she made you, you’re her puppet, you’re desperate to leave, you’ll never escape her blood or her judging gaze and even when you leave you can hear her voice in your head and it will haunt you until you’re dead
you understand her rage but you see it in yourself and that scares you more than anything else
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The Mother Wound.
{Jenny Slate, from Little Weirds. Me, from Clean Out Your Inbox. Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (1945) Franny Choi, Bad Daughter. Anne Carson, Sophocles “Elektra" translation. Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless. Jeannette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? Mary Oliver, When Did It Happen?}
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mad-girlslove-song · 24 days
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"my mother" by lea jane
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pyxisspeaks · 8 months
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The thing they don’t tell you is that no matter how healed you are sometimes the howling, clawing, aching loneliness will rip through you and leave you feeling hollow and small.
Even when you’re happy there’s a flickering fear around the edges of your life.
“Are you tired of me? Am I taking up too much space, too much time? Am I worth the effort?”
So if someone you care about is living with cptsd be sure to tell them what they mean to you, honestly and often.
We forget because we were forgotten
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My mother never told me stories
So most of the time,I spent my time living in my head
Creating stories of my own
And in one of them, I could always run upto her and cry when I wanted
I imagined her love and held myself through the nights
I told myself that my mother could only love me because I loved her too
But it never occurred to me if my mother really loved me
No kid ever thinks their mother doesn't love them
We open our eyes one day and make up our minds that the womb we've left isn't the same womb that threw us out
We eat the food on our plates because she makes it for us, we never really wonder if she feeds us out of duty or love
We hold her accountable of the love we deserve,like her duty ,like her job,like her oath ,like her promise
And she'll hit us and we'll curse her
But she's cursed to have birthed us,nobody asked her if she wanted children
What if she didn't?
She hated her life and she told me how I ruined it ,she kept telling me so I could remember
Memorize that I've damned her soul and body and her youth
She'll still cut fruits for me
And remember how I like my favourite dish
She'll know me inside out as a matter of fact
But she'll never understand me.
-tamanna
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Deep down I wanna be worse because I deserve it... I don't wanna be happy, safe, or loved. They are such alienated feelings to me... I deserve to live a life full of misery, because I am evil.
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evastraea · 14 days
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unwelcome-ozian · 3 months
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anouchan-jpg · 7 months
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rheaswrath · 1 year
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Nocturnal Animals; 2.Lady Bird; 3.Stoker; 4.Writer in the Dark - Lorde; 5.Euphoria s2; 6.How to Do the Work - Dr Le Perra; 7.Causeway (2022); 8. When I Grow Up I want to be a List of Other Possibilities; 9. The Last Day of Pompeii - Karl Brulov; 10. House of the Dragon s1; 11. how to cure a ghost by fariha róisín
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coppertophomegurl · 1 year
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Having a lot of thoughts this m*thers day.
I HATE the way the mormon church automatically assigns m*therhood to all girls/women/afabs.
M*ther's Day at church always looked like making ALL the girls and women 12 and older (literal children) stand up while a member of the bishopric/branch presidency placated them with meaningless missives of gratitude and about how being a m*m is the most divine role a woman can hold (🤮🤢) while the young men passed out a cheap little gift to every single women standing.
I thought this tradition wouldn't exist in the singles ward. I was wrong. Same shit again. It was around then (18/19) I realized how gross this felt to me.
I don't want to be a m*ther. EVER. But I didn't even realize I had the choice to opt out of parenthood until I was a full blown adult (fortunately before I had any children) I was literally groomed for m*therhood by the church.
Young women's lessons and activities spent planning out children's names, making baby quilts for our future children (ma'am I am 12 years old. I AM children.) And learning parenting tips and how to be a good stay at home wife/m*ther.
I have such a difficult relationship with m*therhood and the mormon church is the cause for a LOT of it. I've been out of the church for many years now and I am still unpacking and unlearning.
But, damn this time of the year is hard for me.
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lovefilledwords · 1 month
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Mother, as in: the first person I loved. The first person to break my heart. The wound that never stops bleeding. The wound. Oh, god, the wound. It's been twenty years, how is it still bleeding?
Mother, I know I was born from your blood. But when will I have bled enough to make up for it?
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audrinawf · 7 months
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The Ideal Mother vs The Borderline Mother from the book “Understanding the Borderline Mother” by Christine Ann Lawson.
a gold standard for information on BPD mothers. a painful but eye opening book that single handedly healed a lot of my mother issues (not all of them) but this a must for anyone that’s never received the validation of growing up with an unwell mother.
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I feel so unloved
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