Reading your words, dear mothers who walk this same unimaginable road, moved me deeply. This kind of pain is unspeakable, yet your courage and vulnerability bring light to the darkness. “You are not alone” isn’t just a phrase, it’s a lifeline we hold onto together. I’m wrapping you in warm hugs. I see your strength. I hear your sorrow. And together, we rise, again and again. 🤗🤗🤗
Yes…I agree Chano, our true power does belong in surrender. And the stand-out sentence from your post for me was ‘Believing I could have saved him means believing I failed him.’ Oh that resonates so much. It is time to challenge this thinking, and you do it really well here. Thank you for a great read.
Thank you for this, Chano. A dear friend told me early on that someone told them, "you are just not that powerful, you could not have saved them." It is a difficult dichotomy to hold the name "mother" - the one who brings the child into the world. We knitted their bodies inside of ourselves and our role was to raise them, and keep them safe. And yet, we are not able to control all things, and that was the hardest thing for me to reconcile with. I stand here with you, open hands and open heart. 💜
I know exactly what you mean. When Emile died by suicide, I felt responsible. I was supposed to save him, as his mother. When I finally realised I couldn't have, it freed me from the destructive guilt. Sending love and peace, Chano.🤍
Reading your words, dear mothers who walk this same unimaginable road, moved me deeply. This kind of pain is unspeakable, yet your courage and vulnerability bring light to the darkness. “You are not alone” isn’t just a phrase, it’s a lifeline we hold onto together. I’m wrapping you in warm hugs. I see your strength. I hear your sorrow. And together, we rise, again and again. 🤗🤗🤗
Yes…I agree Chano, our true power does belong in surrender. And the stand-out sentence from your post for me was ‘Believing I could have saved him means believing I failed him.’ Oh that resonates so much. It is time to challenge this thinking, and you do it really well here. Thank you for a great read.
Thank you for this, Chano. A dear friend told me early on that someone told them, "you are just not that powerful, you could not have saved them." It is a difficult dichotomy to hold the name "mother" - the one who brings the child into the world. We knitted their bodies inside of ourselves and our role was to raise them, and keep them safe. And yet, we are not able to control all things, and that was the hardest thing for me to reconcile with. I stand here with you, open hands and open heart. 💜
I know exactly what you mean. When Emile died by suicide, I felt responsible. I was supposed to save him, as his mother. When I finally realised I couldn't have, it freed me from the destructive guilt. Sending love and peace, Chano.🤍
This is exactly how I felt as well. I am working towards the place of fully holding that I could not have saved Eve.
I've been walking this road for many dark years, Molly. I never thought I would survive it. 🫂