All along I have lived like a deer in the headlights losing sight of my self priorities. It's a lot of confusion for who I was because I was made to feel guilty for who I was by my mother for whatever sensitivity I had in health as her frustrations, her fears over my health were superimposed by her and so I found myself constantly caught in the loop to appease her at the cost of prioritizing myself. My emotional sensitivity is something I was myself in the dark and the truth of that crept up making it impossible for me to ignore my emotions and feelings which was at a much later stage. But still, the knowing that I was made to feel a certain way about myself and the painful realization that I had chosen to disconnect from myself in order to stay blindly tuned to my mother's expectations was self sabotaging to say the least.

Now I don't go out of my way to be flexible for her. I just try not to get too rigid either in my stubbornness about embracing real change within me. Just giving in to her "love" a bit no matter how much of a bait she uses her love and care for me as, but she does that to wield her control over me as she is used to controlling me either through her frustrated yet helpless way of caretaking me as if I am a terminally ill patient back then. She made me believe that I am too weak and that affected my sense of self a lot. 

My will to want to fight back, to take a stand for myself, to take responsibility for my physical and mental health were all so limited by my mother's way of seeing me and that was me, the deer, getting blinded by the projected headlights of an external source, my mother, as I lost sight of my goals, my visions for my life and what lies ahead.

Life does not happen when you stay stuck in the comfort of who you think you were (no matter how weak, negative, ill willed it might be) but in the discomfort of who you want to become (as opposed to the expectations of others if needed) being fully centered on your true wants and needs.

I have been a survivor living off my mother's projected toxic love for me and wanted to assume that that's really true and good for me, but it isn't. She has steadily dampened my fire for exercising my will and I was so caught up seeking validation from her that I repeatedly self doubted myself and exercised limitations mindset on myself that I can easily adapt to and created ill will within myself for who I am and kept being in a confused space for who I wanted to be.

Her trauma of losing my father during her pregnancy seeded trauma in her womb and deep within me and I birthed trauma at each and every stage of my life being fearful, overwhelmed, confused for who I am and thereby numbed myself so much so that I stay sunk in deep unconsciousness of my self.

Her image of a sympathy gained from others victor (at the cost of projecting a negative image of her daughter) is who she has always been, and making me feel responsible for her state, whether physical or emotional, is who she maintains herself to  be. And to that effect, no matter how much is done feels not enough, specially when she steps out and it becomes mandatory to look out for her comfort at each and every step of the way which is exhausting to say the least.

My creativity feels stifled as my inner thoughts circle around the times of the past and the present which hovers around my mother and how much I have been taken for a ride.

Life is a journey but when you become other people's ride, then you need to get back to being driven so that you can take charge of your travel and your experiences fully.

I am tired of being other people's ride and I am not so altruistic as well, but just made to feel guilty constantly and hence had given in to prioritizing others, courtesy my conditioning embedded deeply by my mother's behaviors as mentioned above. And so I became a dumped site, thanks to few friends who assumed that my space, my calm is something that they can exploit and just validated for my being all so idealistic and giving and generous with my listening and time as I too let them believe and was never being true to myself while being with them. I thought I had to stretch in terms of empathy and understanding and that was energetically draining which I didn't realize back then but kept giving away my power, my space to accommodate others.

My heart flutters like tender wings

And gets stuck in the pull of weighing down things

It had to find its strength, the flaps continued to beat against odds

To open my trust in believing myself and not stay enmeshed in others lives like peas in a pod

Strength is when you stop saying you are weak

But give yourself reason to trust that life ahead is not so bleak

Wings without ascension is not freedom