Forgiveness

Set me free

After my ugly post about my mother, I need to say.

I have forgiven her, because who am I to judge her?

What happened in her life to make her that way?

Perhaps the same evil thing she saw happen to me.

All of it hidden and swept away.

I don’t know much about her life, we never had deep conversations.

I am positive that child sexual abuse is like a mental illness that is carried on to the next generation. Most sexual deviants were also abused. It runs like a river of blood through countless families.

It has to stop somewhere. As the descendants of that depravity, we have the power, and the responsibility to end it. To free our descendants from the wickedness that we inherited.

The abuse I suffered at the hands of people I trusted, should not define me. I am more than that.

I forgave her because I don’t think she knew what she did was earth-shattering for me.

I forgave her because I didn’t want the hatred to destroy me. I had to let it go to be free of it.

I am free.

Namaste