Thank you for sharing such an intimate and reflective piece. Your exploration of the intertwined roles of daughter and mother is both heartbreaking and thought-provoking. When you wrote, “I learned to consider my mother before I learned to read” it struck a deep chord. It captures the weight of stepping into emotional caretaking far too early, a burden that should never have been yours to carry. Yet, the love you describe - complicated, overwhelming, and rooted in mutual need - feels so human. It’s clear how deeply you’ve considered your mother’s identity, or lack thereof, outside of her role as a mother. Your question about who she might have become without the constraints of her circumstances is haunting in its tenderness and truth.
I was also quite moved with the way you navigate your mother’s attempts to love you, even imperfectly. It's full of compassion, even as you strive to reclaim your own sense of self. “I don’t want to be a daughter anymore” is such a profound statement, not because it signals detachment but because it reflects your yearning for freedom - not from love, but from the weight of expectation.
Your reflections remind us that love, even when it binds and strains, can also hold the possibility of healing.
Thank you again for this deeply personal, yet universal, journey.
I've been reading your comment over and over again since you posted it. I have a lot of feelings about publishing my writing but if publishing means I feel the level of understanding that I did when I read your comment this might make it all worth it. I have for the longest time had trouble expressing the love and attachment I feel towards my mother and in which way I feel it and I hoped what I wrote would resonate to the universe in a sense, and I'm happy it did. You are right about my aim to convey tenderness and truth with no resentment but detachment and a view from a third perspective. Thank you.
Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing your story. There is a special grief reserved for those children who had to unofficially raise a parent. That grief remains unfelt for a long time until there is a moment of independence and detachment. Glad you are finding yours <3
pls… this was it. currently in this hardcore season of decentering my mother so this hit. thank you for this. thank you for finding me so i could even read this. thank you 🩷🩷🩷🩷
This is written so beautifully. Raw ans vulnerable. Amazing. This is very off topic but I got curious abour your name, is that really your name or did you reference Laila Majnu? I'm sorry I hope I'm not being offensive but that's what I thought of and just gor curious. Love this either way!
Thank you for sharing such an intimate and reflective piece. Your exploration of the intertwined roles of daughter and mother is both heartbreaking and thought-provoking. When you wrote, “I learned to consider my mother before I learned to read” it struck a deep chord. It captures the weight of stepping into emotional caretaking far too early, a burden that should never have been yours to carry. Yet, the love you describe - complicated, overwhelming, and rooted in mutual need - feels so human. It’s clear how deeply you’ve considered your mother’s identity, or lack thereof, outside of her role as a mother. Your question about who she might have become without the constraints of her circumstances is haunting in its tenderness and truth.
I was also quite moved with the way you navigate your mother’s attempts to love you, even imperfectly. It's full of compassion, even as you strive to reclaim your own sense of self. “I don’t want to be a daughter anymore” is such a profound statement, not because it signals detachment but because it reflects your yearning for freedom - not from love, but from the weight of expectation.
Your reflections remind us that love, even when it binds and strains, can also hold the possibility of healing.
Thank you again for this deeply personal, yet universal, journey.
I've been reading your comment over and over again since you posted it. I have a lot of feelings about publishing my writing but if publishing means I feel the level of understanding that I did when I read your comment this might make it all worth it. I have for the longest time had trouble expressing the love and attachment I feel towards my mother and in which way I feel it and I hoped what I wrote would resonate to the universe in a sense, and I'm happy it did. You are right about my aim to convey tenderness and truth with no resentment but detachment and a view from a third perspective. Thank you.
Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing your story. There is a special grief reserved for those children who had to unofficially raise a parent. That grief remains unfelt for a long time until there is a moment of independence and detachment. Glad you are finding yours <3
The grief of a parentified child is a complex one. Thank you so much.
pls… this was it. currently in this hardcore season of decentering my mother so this hit. thank you for this. thank you for finding me so i could even read this. thank you 🩷🩷🩷🩷
This is written so beautifully. Raw ans vulnerable. Amazing. This is very off topic but I got curious abour your name, is that really your name or did you reference Laila Majnu? I'm sorry I hope I'm not being offensive but that's what I thought of and just gor curious. Love this either way!
thank you so much! it's a pen name i chose referencing majnun layla, that's a very good eye
So so beautifully written, you always hit a chord with me
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Beyond Incredible so beautiful and so raw
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Crying. so beautiful
thank you 🥹