For the girls whose mom let them down…I hear you.
I saw this in a cold February day on instagram. And the visceral reaction I had surprised me. But it hit so so so deep. I still cry when I think about this post or read it. Because my mom let me downtime and time again, for so long me believing I was too much for her ti handle.
That part of me is healed for the most part…but that doesn’t change the little sprouts of hope that were trampled.
Girl. You are enough. And your mom leaving and not being there for you isn’t your fault. So much love your way. #lemon8challenge #girlpov #mom #youareenough #innerchildhealing
That social media post, the one about 'For the girls whose mom let them down... I hear you,' truly stopped me in my tracks. It’s comforting to know that visceral reaction isn't just mine. For so long, I carried the weight of believing I was inherently 'too much' or fundamentally flawed because of my mother's inability to be there for me in the ways I desperately needed. It’s a pain that burrows deep, affecting everything from your relationships to your self-perception. Healing from this isn't a linear path, and it certainly isn't about forgetting or excusing what happened. For me, it's been about acknowledging the little girl inside who felt abandoned and offering her the love and understanding she didn't receive. This process of inner child healing involves a lot of self-compassion. It means allowing yourself to feel the anger, the sadness, and the grief, without judgment. It means recognizing that her actions, or inactions, were never a reflection of your worth, but rather a reflection of her own struggles and limitations. One of the most powerful revelations was truly understanding that 'you are enough.' It sounds simple, but internalizing it when a foundational relationship taught you otherwise is incredibly challenging. I started by noticing the negative self-talk, the ways I'd unconsciously punish myself or sabotage opportunities. Then, I began to actively challenge those thoughts, replacing them with affirmations and evidence of my own resilience and kindness. It’s like re-parenting yourself, providing the validation and unconditional love you missed out on. Finding your support system is also crucial. For me, it was friends who truly listened without trying to fix me, and eventually, therapy provided a safe space to unpack decades of suppressed emotions. Sometimes, it’s even finding solace in shared stories online, like the very post that sparked this reflection. Seeing others articulate similar pain helps you feel less alone and more understood. These communities, often found on platforms like Lemon8, can be invaluable for sharing experiences and practical advice on navigating complex family dynamics. Practically, I’ve found journaling to be incredibly therapeutic. Writing down my feelings, even the messy ones, helps to process them. Setting healthy boundaries with family, even when it feels uncomfortable, is another vital step towards protecting your peace. And learning to celebrate small victories in your healing journey – whether it’s a day without self-criticism or a moment of genuine self-love – reinforces the progress you're making. Remember, your healing journey is uniquely yours. There’s no right or wrong way to grieve, to grow, or to reconcile with your past. What matters most is that you commit to showing up for yourself, giving yourself the compassion you always deserved. You are not defined by what you lacked, but by the strength and love you cultivate within yourself now. Keep going, because you are not alone, and you are absolutely, unequivocally, enough.
