Before I attempted ketamine infusions due to SI for the third time (the first round was somewhat successful and I was desperate for help) I sent this letter to my mother as a last attempt at saving what little was left of what our relationship. I am now dealing with new serious freaky physical problems ON TOP of a boat load of mental health baggage I already come with. Before my 30th birthday she surprised visits, I have a psychotic breakdown, went non verbal, had my dog pass away while she NO JOKE was drinking in my closet! The deal is supposed to be no alcohol while she’s around me. But life’s getting the hardest it’s been so far and I was stupid to just want my mom. This letter was sent last year. She left without saying goodbye after my episode and doctor having suggested a family sit down to discuss how my major depressive disorder with psychotic features was getting unmanageable for my GP to now treat without more support. I had withdrew from traditional therapy completely in 2019. *WITH A SOLID PLAN FROM PSYCHIATRIST*
she left, she never came back, never called, or texted FOR OVER A YEAR and I feel like I fool for throwing myself at her constantly, always expecting something different.
I have never been in more mental and physical pain so I signed up for MAID. The next day a letter came from my mother.
I was doing better before I got her letter.
Letter to mom
What a mother does for you out of obligation versus what her mother does for you because she wants to. Like the taste of a cup of hot chocolate made from obligation versus the taste of a cup of hot chocolate made. Did you raise me because you wanted to or did you raise me because you had to because I was in your home and you thought “I have to”. Did you look at me with love or did you look at what was me? Did you ever look at me ? Did you ever see me? Did you want to? Do you want to still? If I asked you to love me would you laugh? would you ask me why? Would you tell me not to ask such stupid questions? would you go to bed and wonder to yourself why does she think I don’t love her? Since you’ve done everything for her? Saying I bathed her, and clothed her, I fed her, I kept a roof over her head. Isn’t that love? Do you even know? Do you even know what love looks like? Your mother loves you. Did she make you hot chocolate? Can you tell me what it tasted like?
Mom, things are getting bad again. I can feel every insult like a sharp tooth. I feel my dreams rotting under my fingernails and I feel too much all the time or else I feel nothing at all. It didn’t seem to matter even when I used to want to go out dance and party or if I stayed at home crawled up staring at the wall lost in a trance.. mom, are you sure when I was born I was a person and not just a vortex? Always hungry, always swallowing, because no matter how much goes in me I always end up empty. Part of what makes complex trauma complex is that there’s no one trauma to point to and say that’s it that’s what I need to process. How do you process literally thousands of interactions over years with the most important people in your life growing up? I’m lost.
mother I have pasts inside me I did not bury properly some nights your daughter, tears herself apart that heals in the morning somehow.
your broken daughter