BeastofBurden
Rising Star
Word of Warning: This is quite personal to me. I don’t mind sharing but don’t feel obligated to read it. I wrote this after two consecutive nights of Caapi-only brews which produced no profound effects, just minor differences in my outlook and bits of healing. Because I wrote this after my first meetings with Ayahuasca, I thought some may be interested in the healing that is taking place between my borderline-psychotic mother and I, and our awkwardly sour relationship.
Several days ago, family members were asked to write a letter with words of encouragement for my mother. She left last Thursday for a sponsored Christian women’s retreat, God knows where.
Below is the letter I wrote. A few months after I became sober, I stopped believing in God (realized I actually never believed in the first place). Because of this, I mentioned nothing of God or Christianity in the letter.
The content of this letter could be the reason I'm here today; psychedelics are potentially the greatest medicine for the body, mind and spirit. I have much to learn, being 20 years old, I have a weak mind but my will is strong. One day I may relive and relieve these painful memories through Ayahuasca. I’ll be sure to report then. But as for our relationship, I will let you know what happens between my mother and me when I see her.
Questions, comments, and criticism are all welcome. I’m aware I may’ve been harsh, but all I can say is this: When it comes to the truth, I find the most hurtful things to be the most helpful things.
Several days ago, family members were asked to write a letter with words of encouragement for my mother. She left last Thursday for a sponsored Christian women’s retreat, God knows where.
Below is the letter I wrote. A few months after I became sober, I stopped believing in God (realized I actually never believed in the first place). Because of this, I mentioned nothing of God or Christianity in the letter.
Dear mom,
We’ve been through a lot, you and me. It wasn’t my initial intent to bring up a particular painful memory, but what I have to say will bring healing to our relationship. There’s nothing that could benefit you more than a life-long blessing, as opposed to short-lived warmth in your heart that just fades away in time. Instead of writing about how great a mother you have been, though my brother and I would certainly agree that you are great, I am going to share an important memory in my life of when I was a child…
At the time I believe I was 7 years old, and you had punished me with a good spanking for something I did. I was pouting here and there, surely upset from this – So much that I said, “You don’t love me! You don’t love me!” It’s not so much in the spanking where I was deeply hurt, it’s the way you responded to my cries. “Then go get a new mom!” you told me. Being just a child I took this quite literally. I shut up immediately as the idea of getting a new mother, a stranger flooded my imagination. There was no way I could live with a different mom. The thought that my own mother would so willingly give me up made me feel unloved and worthless. I have never forgotten this memory… I had only forgotten that it changed my life forever.
The word “love” itself lost meaning. I didn’t love anything in the world and nothing loved me. If you have ever wondered why it’s so hard for me to say “I love you”, this may be the reason. It took me all these years just to realize why it took so much effort to say those three words. In fact it wasn’t until recently, I texted my dad and brother that I loved them, which was the first time in over 12 years.
Now, I’m not going to reflect on the painful memory and look at how it’s affected my life. Instead I will say this: Nothing is to blame for what you’ve become, you are responsible for accepting who you are. I live by this, and it’s the only way I live happily. We as humans shouldn’t hold others responsible for the things that happen to us. It would be impossible to live peacefully this way. We must forgive and forget.
Now I go to the main point. Do you want to know what I, your youngest son, think of you?
You are the greatest mom in the entire world. You raised two great sons who would do anything for you to get you where you need to go in life. There’s nothing more we can ask of you. You have given us everything we need right here in our hearts.
But I'm not finished yet. There’s something I noticed about you and how you live your life; you put others first, far in front of yourself. While this is a good characteristic, it’s not good to actually talk down to yourself like you do. I consider this to be self-defeat. Don’t be so hard on yourself, only YOU can be YOU so be the greatest YOU there is. The words you speak should never hurt, so speak words of truth:
Never say you can’t,
The truth is that you can
Never say you’re lonely, or unhappy,
The truth is I am with you and we’re happy together
Never say never,
Anything is possible.Thank you, mother, for giving me life; I am eternally grateful for this blessing. I love you with all my heart and nothing will ever change that.
-Your beloved son, [*edit* BeastofBurden].
The content of this letter could be the reason I'm here today; psychedelics are potentially the greatest medicine for the body, mind and spirit. I have much to learn, being 20 years old, I have a weak mind but my will is strong. One day I may relive and relieve these painful memories through Ayahuasca. I’ll be sure to report then. But as for our relationship, I will let you know what happens between my mother and me when I see her.
Questions, comments, and criticism are all welcome. I’m aware I may’ve been harsh, but all I can say is this: When it comes to the truth, I find the most hurtful things to be the most helpful things.