Mum and Me.

finding peace in the guilt

My loves. This is going to be a very raw post so as such it’s going to be for paid subscribers. I, like many others, gave a LOT of myself for free, writing, sharing and creating on social media and now I won’t. I keep my most personal pieces and shares and posts for paid subscribers and that feels much more healthy. You can become a paid subscriber (and choose to pay monthly or annually) It’s a small amount each month (£6 or £7) but it means you get access to all my words and become a part of this community I am creating here. It also means my work as a writer is supported financially, which is very cool.

At what point, did you come to peace with your relationship with your Mum? I think it has happened a few times over the last decade for me. As I sat in hospital with my Mum a couple of weeks ago I felt familiar feelings wash over me but they didn’t stay for long.

But something remains. Guilt.

I wonder though if we ever completely let go of guilt. Does it weave its way through the years and the layers of our relationships until it becomes impossible to unpick it and remove it?

(there’s not one single thing I don’t love about this photo which I saw for the first time last week. Our first dog Chloe who I still adore. My Mum’s exquisitely beautiful face. My red tights. The amazingly un put togetherness of the photo)

AND ME AT 0 YEARS OLD CARRYING NO GUILT