Inner Colors: A Mothers Pain
Welcome. If you can hear my voice, you are now in a space between spaces. A safe space welcome. In this particular are, are, are, are are expressing and sharing our feelings in relation to a mother's pain. If your feelings have a color, please share. If you don't feel comfortable yet sharing publicly. That's okay too. We look forward to you're. You join in the space when you're ready, I'll go first
And this past Mother's Day, I mourned and I celebrated my mother because I was finally able to empathize with my mother's pain. And this saddened me. It's saddened me because I wasn't the only one in pain. And I just feel so sad that she endured what she endured while I was a child and didn't even know
Sontaia Briggs
@PKBriggs · 2:09
I would have to say I don't feel like talking about my mother right now, but I'll just talk about my father, my mother. That is a whole another page book chapter. I don't know. I've been thinking a lot about my father who, and I put a post about it, and I feel a bit sad today. It's strange. I feel good, but I also feel like a sadness or a longing sort of been on my mind a bit
Thank you, Santaya, for your response and your reply. Sage is such a good color. By the way, talking about healing and introspective journeying. Yeah, Sage is the color. I love that. Thank you so much
This is a very touching, emotional, swell post and topic. Thank you for sharing your piece on this. I think for me, my mom, she's still alive, but she really doesn't know me, and I don't fully know her as well. I just know her from her actions and her parenting. And I myself at the time, I really couldn't understand why I was put in those situations or why my mom always seemed as if she was miserable with herself
Thank you, hero. Lucion. That's an amazing swell. I mean, so vulnerable, so raw, so authentic, so genuine. I love how you you pointed out how your mother's love language was through feeding you. I'm not sure how many, but I'm sure a lot of people can really relate to that. They come from where parents, through actions of providing food, shelter, and clothing. That was the love language. I'm doing this because I love you