EPISTLE V: To The Mother-Wound That Still Bleeds

To the child who feels like Mother’s Day is a day of mourning,

not because you didn’t love your mother, but because you could never seem to love her enough to stop the cycle.

I am with you in giving myself permission to express the hidden dread I feel from the cultural pressure of Mother’s Day.

If Mother’s Day feels complicated for you, you are not alone. Some of us are celebrating. Some of us are grieving. Some are estranged. Some are surviving memories no one else saw. Some are learning that forgiveness and boundaries are not enemies. Some of us are still in denial.