My mom called me today.
My mom lives in a locked facility with people who have dementia and need twenty four hour care. My mom does not have dementia but she has multiple mental health issues and she chooses to live there. Every time she calls my house I answer and I talk to her as long as she needs. However after every phone call it takes a while to recover and keep moving forward.
My mom was lonely today and just needed to chat. Where she lives is a pretty awful place. She has her room filled with cards, beautiful art, books, photos, memories, puzzles and it is a little oasis in a place that is filled with nightmares. She, however, has no privacy, and when I go and visit regularly other residents come in, confused and incoherent to join the visit. She is also trapped. However if you asked her if she wanted to live in a different environment she would say no. She will only leave for very short periods of time before she wants to get back. She is very regimented in her routine and how she goes about her day.
I leave our conversations wondering how she took step after step to get to where she is now but in many ways I know how she did. She has told me her life story and I closely observed her life from the time I could understand. She started out life feeling vulnerable and out of control and as time went on she took more and more and more control until she could control almost every aspect of her life and others around her as well.
As her daughter I never quite knew what was true. I was too young to understand all that was happening but in many ways I understood much more than I should have instinctively. I just hoped against hope that what I sensed and knew would not be true.
In many respects the person on this earth that is my mother has wanted me to mother her. She has looked to me for support and care but has also let me know that it was never enough or good enough because it never was.
Today she talked about her increasing anxiety and depression and unhappiness but honestly it has been the same story always. She needed to talk about it and I understand and I realize I could have chosen to not pick up the phone.
Oh how I longed as a child for my mother to be okay, to feel loved, to be happy. Oh how I longed for her to find healing and help.
I have so much empathy for her now as I have experienced some things on this journey we are on in life and I realize how much can be taken out of you by relationships and parenting. However I also realize that she made choice after choice after choice and her choices could have been so different.
That mother part of my heart I think will always be broken. The part that needed a mom who could put me first and who actually cared about me. I have parented in a very broken way and it has been very hard for my children. However I have parented in a way that tries to undo some of the hurt and pain that was done to me. I hope it gives my children more. I hope this so much.
I also will always hope that somehow in my mom's struggle she can find pockets of peace and joy and hope. She taught me so much about the beauty and whimsy and creativity. Her healed whole self would be the most beautiful most sweet and kind and ethereal being. It is deeply challenging to see the other side of that has been fed by bitterness and control and deep deep anger.
In all of this I would have to say
Walk in the way of forgiveness
If you are grasping for control through eating or not, through addiction, through bitterness, and on and on it goes...you are well worth investing in your healing. The end result if you do not do this? It is so hard on your spirit, soul and body and it is so hard on everyone around you. It is honestly unkind and selfish to choose yourself over and over because you feel the world has been unfair and you use your trauma as a means to suffer. The truth is ~ the world is unfair, the world is unkind, there is trauma! However,
Do the hard hard work, the every day slog of finding what healing you need and going forward in it.
If not for you, for future generations!
When someone talks to you on the phone
How do they feel when they hang up with you?
I think that certain people feel pretty drained when they hang up after they talk to me.
I want to walk in the way of forgiveness.
May it be so
And may I be healed
And may you as well
XOXO
Tansy
























