When I think about these reflexions I ask myself if I’m free to make my own decisions, and at this point I realize that my whole life has been subjected to the hidden aims of my mother when she decided to have me. My mother created me with one purpose: make my father stay with her. But my father left and never came back. So, for my mother I was a complete failure because I was not able to make the man love her enough to stay with her. I have always believed that I was nothing, and nobody would love me because: Who would love a woman like me? A woman, like… what?
A woman able to overcome the sentence of my mother, to live a wonderful woman without afraid of being different and to break the pattern of an invisible legacy. The most important part of being myself is not feeling guilty for experiencing who I am, beyond my inheritance. Because of the roots, the pain, and the traumas can be transmuted. And in the end, I love my parents because they gave the only thing that belongs to me, my life. Especially because if I’m here, it is a consequence of all the things that are behind me. If I love my present, I love my past.
A woman able to overcome the sentence of my mother, to live a wonderful woman without afraid of being different and to break the pattern of an invisible legacy. The most important part of being myself is not feeling guilty for experiencing who I am, beyond my inheritance. Because of the roots, the pain, and the traumas can be transmuted. And in the end, I love my parents because they gave the only thing that belongs to me, my life. Especially because if I’m here, it is a consequence of all the things that are behind me. If I love my present, I love my past.
