“Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we’ll ever do.” ~Brené Brown Several years ago, I wrote a heartfelt letter to my mother, articulating my deep feelings about her perceived lack of empathy and care.
My intention in writing the letter wasn’t to ignite conflict; it was to sincerely share my perspective. Rather than lashing out with blame, I expressed my profound sadness about feeling parentless and the struggle of raising myself without parental love and guidance, something I desperately needed at times.
I bared my soul, detailing the emotional turmoil our relationship has had on me as an adult, and expressed the longing for connection that always seemed just out of reach.
After completing the letter, I did something I thought at the time was a bit reckless: I mailed it. Now looking back, I realize it was a courageous step toward advocating for my emotional health, confronting my truths head-on. I had no expectations and was prepared for any outcome, including silence, which often felt like our norm.
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