My name is Trisha and I was emotionally and physically abused by my mother. The physical abuse stopped when I was a teen. The emotional abuse continues every time I see my family.
I am working at healing from the damage inflicted on me and coming to terms with my reality, the lack of a fairy tale in reality.
I honestly don’t know what to write here because at the moment I have no idea who I am…but I can bake a pretty mean cake 🙂
On 3 August 2011, my mother suddenly passed away when she suffered a pulmonary embolism. And her death hit me surprisingly hard. Perhaps, because I expected her to live at least another 23 years (which on paper looked very likely). Perhaps, because I was hanging onto hope that one day we would still have our fairy tale reconciliation…
So yes, I was abused by my mother…but, I have come to realize that she, in her own way, did break the cycle of abuse that she endured as a child…and I was less abused by her than she was by her mother.
This is still the place where I am going to write about my healing journey…my mother’s death does not take away old wounds and has inflicted some new ones. It has also given me a different perspective.
In between posting between 2013 and 2017, a lot happened. In 2013 I came out with my depression and generalized anxiety disorder. I became a mom to a son in 2014. At the beginning of 2016, my father was murdered in a home invasion in Gauteng, South Africa. I will still be blogging intermittently here, but this is not the only place where I can speak any more.