I See You. – lovepda

This post is dedicated to a very special lady. A Mother, whose love for her child has taken her to a life that most could never understand. In her quest to keep her daughter safe from those who cannot understand them, she lives in near solitude, away from the outside world, prying eyes, concerned family. The normal things that others do are longings, seemingly so far away from being possible. She is beautiful.

The invisible disabilities of the mind are the hardest ones because there is no physical evidence to support the absence of action or justify the way we have adapted to living. Yet there are many thousands of people, living invisible lives, trapped, unhappy. The mothers are unseen, under the radar, under rated, under paid, and certainly not understood. They fight on each day, sacrificing so much, holding so much. Wondering how much more they can suffer and when will things get better, change?

The mind can paralyze us just as fiercely as the breaking of the body. Why don’t you just…

If only it were that simple.

This is the life that has been chosen, each of us experiencing the world through individual eyes and lenses. No one can fully know why, what, what’s inside, what the answers are. But we share, we find each other, we see each other, and we unconditionally love. Perhaps this is our soul journey, this lifetime, these similarities. All who I have seen are highly sensitive, extremely wise women.

Pain comes from not being seen. Frustration, withheld anger, screaming into the abyss but no one can hear you. Knowing you are doing the right things, but those things are so different from the main. You feel lost, sad, heavy, worried.

Change feels like fear. letting anyone else in takes a lot of trust. Trust is hard to muster after let down, let down. It’s not safe, but it comes in time, sometimes. Small gifts of understanding from others who see you are received gratefully, but with mixed sadness. When will the next breath of ease come?

My energy healing today was magical. In my deepest inner self I knew that I had felt a change. I am ready to be seen, but I keep my guard close by, for protection. Slowly, slowly it is safe. Feel, heartfelt. The beginning of something that I am not going to control. There is freedom in allowing.

I wish this for my other Mums too, and it will come from them and only when they are ready. It isn’t something that can be thought and decided. It isn’t something that can be planned and actioned. It isn’t something that can be taught or advised. It can be an intention, a wish, a dream, wrapped in love so perfectly that nothing can harm it. Softly knowing on the inside, a secret only yourself knows. Nurturing, knowing, loving, growing. All of the things we are already doing for our children.

So much love.