I am so much more than what my mum did to me, I am so much more than the child she left behind and I know this - so I guess this is just my battle to remind myself and reconfigure myself every single day, no big deal right? Itâs not something I am knowingly doing, itâs just there - a whisper in the background as Iâm getting on with my life that says âpsssst your mums alive somewhere and she left youâ
Itâs not getting easier, despite all the empathy I manage to muster up for her - because leaving your child behind whatever the reason, is not something easily done or lightly done. Yes the act itself felt like it, she left me at my dadâs doorstep in my pink coat like it was nothing, but I know it was everything - whatever that looked like for her. Weâre 22 years in now, and itâs a waiting game - I am just waiting for the call to come one day to tell me that she isnât well or is dying or has died, will I go to her then? I donât know. I canât grieve whilst sheâs still here somewhere. I canât move on mentally even though my life and body keeps moving on.
I see how safe my daughter feels with me, I feel and see how much she needs me - so yes, the gravity of what my mum did in leaving me is no light freight. The act itself was so cruel. I never said goodbye, I didnât know it was goodbye.
On another day, where the load doesnât feel so heavy to carry, i might feel for empathy for her - but not today.
Letâs just talk about it.












