Note: This is a guest blog by Jenn Manning.
A couple days ago, I was having a conversation with friends about forgiveness.
About when it was the right time, right place, right frame of mind to offer it and actually mean it. At what point, do we forgive someone?
Of course each instance where forgiveness is wanted or needed is different, the level of wrong, the extent of the transgression against us, determine our frame of mind when contemplating it.
Forgiving and moving on is not for the person who wronged us. Ultimately, it is for ourselves. By holding onto anger, hurt and sadness, are we sealing off a critical part of ourselves that really needs to be healed.
As I have journeyed through life, I have been hurt and I have been wronged – just like you and everyone else in this world.
I share this part of my journey only for perspective.
Alone in a motel room, she decided that she no longer wanted to be a part of this life.
At the time of her death, we were estranged.
Had been for about a year.
My life with her had been a struggle from the time I was a child until the day she died.
She would build me up, only to tear me down.
The lies and manipulations that plagued my childhood, I carry with me today.
As a child I worshiped her. I believed everything she told me. I believed her when she made claims against others – including family members. I fought battles for her. I cried for her. I begged for her love. I sold my soul, my very being, to be the best daughter that I could be.
Over and over again.
Her wants, her needs, her manipulations and lies.
I had lost a huge chunk of my life, my self and my confidence.
It is a hard reality to face when you realize that your mother is incapable of love.
Until the time came, when I could no longer. I had shouldered the responsibility of her illness, her highs and her lows for too long. No one else but my sister saw it.
No one understood.
Outsiders thought we were the worst daughters in the world.
She had told them that. They had believed her.
There came a breaking point and it was in that moment when I realized I could sacrifice myself no longer. I let go. I walked away.
I carried with me, the hurt, the anger, the feelings of failure and defeat.
I had tried and I had failed. I could not be the daughter that saved her mother from an illness that had controlled her for her entire life.
I had hoped and dreamed, that she would become the mother I had always wanted.
Bipolar robbed her of that which was hers. It took from her the very core of her being and replaced it with something that is completely opposite of who and what she truly was capable of being.
Because her bipolar went untreated for so long, she spent many years looking in the mirror and seeing a person she did not recognize or understand.
Not only did bipolar rob her of her sanity, but it robbed her of the ability to see beyond the space it dictated her to look. She could no longer tell reality from fantasy. She walked in a world no longer her own. As time went on, she pulled it around her like a blanket. Never did she take responsibility for her own life, her own well being.
Jeanette Walls said once…
With my mother’s death came, anger and sadness, shock and emptiness. For the past 4 months I have tried to put the pieces in some semblance of order.
“When people kill themselves, they think they’re ending the pain, but all they’re doing is passing it on to those they leave behind.”
I have come to some conclusions – including now knowing that there are some things in life that will never make sense.
Some parts of life that the only thing you can do is choose to make peace.
Forgiveness means letting go of the past. It means letting go of the hurt and the anger and moving on.
I want to get to that point when I can think of the happy times that there were at times, and release the anger and the sadness. I know these dark emotions have no place in the future. I think I finally get that in forgiving her, I can release the power of the memories that hurt, that fill me with anger and sadness.
I will never forget.
But there will come a point when I forgive.
For her, for myself, for the future.