The secret sorrows and silent tears we carry are our burden of grief that we allow to color and mold our lives in their image - until we decide that we no longer want that.
Then we are ready for freedom and joy. We do not have to carry our mothers' trauma or those of anyone else. But we will until we are ready to replace that trauma with joy.
Bless the daughters who sat, carrying the trauma of mothers. Who sat asking for more love, and not getting any, carried themselves to light. Bless the daughters who raised themselves.
Ijeoma Umebinyuo