Dear Pockett...words fail me. It's a moment where it would be easier to play these feelings on my piano, some deeply moving Chopin, perhaps. Or paint them. But words...I just can't find any to adequately express how I feel about this. It hits my soul in so many places. I can relate to everything you said, even if the specifics are different.

I'm so sorry that you've carried "mother wounds" too. I know that pain and I also know your capacity for love and compassion, and these shine through the words that speak of that pain.

Thank you for sharing this part of your heart and the insights and wisdom that have come from a lot of pain and healing. ❤️😘😍❤️