Nothing’s changed and everything’s changed

I was more loved and mothered than I believed. I had a mother, but she was just not the woman who gave birth to me. In my counselling session yesterday, we talked a lot about my grandmother and how much she actually mothered me. How much she nurtured, protected and empowered me. She was more…

How being unmothered affects us

My counsellor and I have been talking a lot lately about the unmothered child and the resultant wound it creates in a child. What does it really mean to be unmothered? What does it feel like in those dark, hurt places that should have been filled with a mother’s unconditional love and care, acceptance and…

Open Wounds

They’re unsightly. They ooze and weep pus and blood. Nobody wants to see them. Yet, they need to be made open and brought into the light to dry and scab and eventually fall off. I have been nursing an abscess on my eyelid that started off as a small hard lump inside my eyelid. The…