You know, Mother's Day isn't a pleasant experience for everyone....

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the one star doesn't phase me because i know that if people are willing to be real, they can identify with this.


there are plenty of people struggling with this holiday. and they have a voice.

the wall symbolism in this video really is significant.

emptiness on either side.

those who grieve moms such as this can relate.

the struggle is real, you guys....

I lost my mother to suicide.

She gave me life.

And took her own.

i am so sorry
my heart bleeds for these

Amen.
Consider reading The Borderline Mother (Larson) and going onto outofthefog.website for validation and healing.

listen to me you guys...

those who have a voice to the struggle, make it known

not every one has candy-coated shit in this world

you need a space to voice your true struggle

mother's day really sux for a lot of us

and without God's strength, i don't think i'd get thru it

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God bless the mothers in this world.

I just want them to be blessed - that is, in Christ Jesus.

This is also what I dearly wish for my mother, as well.

And every mothers day some hell breathing christian out there tells me she is being tortured in hell and will be forever.

And yet she helped so many people and saved so many other lives while she lived.

Its the christians who drove her to despair and suicide.

not me.

i think there is an extra special grace upon the mentally ill ones....


i fully expect to find my mother in heaven when i arrive
i might wanna slap her when i get there, but that's beside the point.

nice selection.....

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Yes Mother's Day is a sad day for me too. I lost my only child to sealed record adoption forty years ago and my mother to a heart attack thirty-seven years ago.

you are very welcome here.

it's truly a mixed bag isn't it OP.

None of them are perfect as we all are not. The extreme cases are particularly tragic. But it has always been thus.

Hugs and love to you OP.

I miss my mother.

I spend mothers day alone.

I spend every day alone for that matter.

there are no friends....friends always stab you in the end.

And family always dies or moves so far away they might as well be dead.

I pray for death.

Fuck this world.

Love in what we hope for...but always flees from our grasp.

In death can be found the only path to happiness.

For the dead feel no pain.

hugs back on ya


this is a thread for those struggling with this horrible day

now listen, let's not spiral down into the pit

there's always someone with a worse struggle than our own and God exhorts us to seek them out and offer these the strength that He has built up in us to share with those less fortunate.

I know.

It just seemed like a good day for a spiral.

Ill get over it.

I always do.

But it always hits me on these days...how utterly alone i am now.

Thank you Salt.

There are some things you never get over.

For years I went to a favorite hot spring on Mother's Day. Not just because it is a place that always made me feel peace and comfort but I think for that flashback feeling of floating in the womb.

This year it's just not affordable for me.

My mom was "difficult" too, as was my father...but I am here and am grateful. Miss them both with all their " InPuRfeCkTioNes".

The History of Mothers Day, Surprisingly Dark

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But the holiday has more somber roots: It was founded for mourning women to remember fallen soldiers and work for peace. And when the holiday went commercial, its greatest champion, Anna Jarvis, gave everything to fight it, dying penniless and broken in a sanitarium.

It all started in the 1850s, when West Virginia women's organizer Ann Reeves Jarvis—Anna's mother—held Mother's Day work clubs to improve sanitary conditions and try to lower infant mortality by fighting disease and curbing milk contamination, according to historian Katharine Antolini of West Virginia Wesleyan College. The groups also tended wounded soldiers from both sides during the U.S. Civil War from 1861 to 1865.

In the postwar years Jarvis and other women organized Mother's Friendship Day picnics and other events as pacifist strategies to unite former foes. Julia Ward Howe, for one—best known as the composer of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic"—issued a widely read "Mother's Day Proclamation" in 1870, calling for women to take an active political role in promoting peace.

Around the same time, Jarvis had initiated a Mother's Friendship Day for Union and Confederate loyalists across her state. But it was her daughter Anna who was most responsible for what we call Mother's Day—and who would spend most of her later life fighting what it had become.

sweet beloved... you are far from alone.
go to your window, and find the moon (or the sunrise) and look upon it, then realize that there are many many others looking upon it simultaneously with you in this moment.

you are never alone...

Yes this is something I feel too. Especially your comment about friends stabbing you in the back.

holidays such as these do not for one second recognize that they really stab pains and rememberances of trauma for many.

but, we have a voice. and we are allowed to NOT be happy about these holidays.

they aren't necessarily holy days anyway


for some of us, they are way more bitter than sweet. and maybe that's an invitation for growth and therefore a disguised gift.

Well..yeah...i look at the moon a lot when its out.

I am not alone in BEING alone.

But...i wish i had a friend.

But i cannot trust any more.

Every time iver ever opened my heart to someone...it always gets stabbed.

I get used..played with..or ignored.

So i stare at the sky..the stars are my only friends.

They are always there..never changing..and my future home once this dismal life with all its never ending isolation is done...the universe and its maker will be my friend.