I finally forgave my mother….but please don’t misunderstand me..

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This is the first video I’ve cried over once it was uploaded.

That’s not really a huge surprise, since I’m a softie who also cries over kind children and beautiful music (I love symphonies).

But for me, I suppose I was relieved that I was able to press “publish” and not feel like a fraud. I had been holding out on filming this video for a while since I was afraid that the act of announcing it to the world would expose to myself the truth of my feelings.

And it did.

The truth was that my heart was still at peace. I had this sense that things had settled. That some karma had ridden itself out, finally, on this 10th anniversary of my mother’s early death and I still can’t exactly say why.

My saga with my mother had finally run its course.

And I survived.

There are a few things I’d like to clarify for anyone on this journey, since I’ve received such a positive and varied response (thank you from the bottom of my heart).

First, my mother being long dead is a great mercy.

My progress on this journey may have been hindered had she still been alive. She was still actively being a negative influence in the lives of myself and my brothers, carrying on with alcoholics, smoking like a chimney and essentially, not really learning.

The same summer she died, I had actually been planning to go complete no contact, lying that I’d gotten a forestry job in a remote area, changing my number and never seeing her ever again.

My heart goes out to those who must still deal with living abusers. I am an advocate for divorcing abusive family members. If my mother had not actually died, I would have had a ceremony for her, buried her in effigy and changed my number.

In my training with Bodynamics, I did an exercise in L.A with one of the original founders, Erik Jarlnaes that he called “taking back the love”.

He guided me through recognizing all the hope I still had for my relationship with my mother (which still existed even after she was dead!), all the love I was holding out for her, all the ways I was still somehow waiting for her to acknowledge me.

I felt and pictured it and reached out with my arms over and over, pulling it back towards myself. Taking the love back and giving it to myself, the self love I would need to become a real adult, take responsibility for the pain that had been handed to me and move on with my life.

That was one of the most emotionally raw experiences of my life.

It was about 4 years ago but I still remember the sunlight filtering hazily in the room, the smell of books and coffee, the feel of my legs against the dress I was wearing.

So I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to forgive my mother.

It was the end of a process that was 10 years in the making. I have been in therapy for ten years, reading books on spirituality and forgiveness for 10 years (most of them are rationalizations and platitudes but anyway), I’ve done the EFT tapping, hypnosis, logical explanations for her behavior, trying to feel empathy for her based on her childhood, group therapy, pillow punching, every thing one could do, I did.

I’ve explored the depths of how much she actually hurt me. Realizations that sometimes made me so sick I was actually bedridden by grief. (There is a beautiful and haunting video on YouTube that explores the depth of child sorrow, despair, abuse, bravery and betrayal. My story was different but it resonated emotionally. Watch it here if you want to take that journey. Gord Downie’s final masterpiece, Secret Path: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGd764YU9yc )

I’ve been so angry that I literally saw red and could feel a ball of lava rise from my stomach once when a therapist got me to try and imagine how many pennies I’d have in a jar if I put one there every time she hurt, angered or disappointed me. A jar wouldn’t cut it. Eventually an image came to my mind of wading into a small room, waist deep in copper cents.

I realized I was carrying all those pennies inside for years and damn, they were heavy. I’d been managing all of that excitation and distress with my little nervous system and muscles and stress hormones for so many freaking years.

Here are some things that surprised me about my forgiveness:

  1. It was just a grace bestowed upon me. There was no logic to it. There was no understanding why she did what she did. I don’t recommend trying to understand the actions of crazy people, in general. It will make you crazy too. If you stare into the abyss for too long, you start to become like it. It must be examined, but once you get the message, hang up the phone. That is essential.
  2. Ultimately, there was just an acceptance that it had happened. There was nothing I could do about it and that it was my time to move on. To find the gift and continue on down the road.
  3. I don’t forgive my mother as a person.  I never  really knew her as a person.  She was not the kind of person I ever would interact with in any capacity at this age. I can’t truly ever understand what happened. I have a lot of insight into it that has helped me over the years. It’s extremely important to learn what was done to you, so that you can set about the deeply spiritual task of healing yourself from it. But there was not some kind of peace like “OH that’s why she did what she did” or “OH the universe sent her to me to teach me blah blah blah” or “It HAD to happen that way because…”.
  4. There was no rational explanation for anything. It was more like a deep inner sense of peace, power and knowing that I call Grace because it was beyond my human understanding. It was like a cleansing, iridescent and pure waterfall that started as a trickle but then slowly cascaded over me, taking everything away. Like some universal force had finally been satisfied with my sacrifice and was pouring its Grace down over me. I had a hand in this for sure, but I do not see this as anything less than Divine.

I have more to say, but I want to say this at least for now.



About the Author

Adelle Ramcharan is a YouTuber, Author and Entrepreneur from Alberta, Canada.