Dear Mother,

I forgive you; it’s time for me to let go and move on. My anger toward you blinded me I stopped appreciating myself. I was defined solely by your decision. It made me feel worthless and insignificant. I projected those feelings on everyone, convinced that no one saw me, just what you did. I isolated myself from my family because I never felt truly loved or like I belonged. I felt like everyone pitted me; little did I know I was the only person that believed I was pitiful. Your sacrifice did not go in vain. You blessed me with the best parents anyone could ever ask for. In my rage, I lost sight of that. My parents saved my life, and no amount of words can describe my undying gratitude. I have an angel in heaven protecting me and an angel in human form beside me through all my trials and tribulations. I have you to thank for that. I don’t love nearly as much as I should, but the ones I love, I love them deeply and unconditionally.

I am a beautiful, complicated, imaginative, dramatic soul, and I’ve desperately wanted to destroy that. Why do you ask? I wanted to be nothing like you. I simply don’t like you. Not because of what you did but who you are as a person. How can a daughter dislike and disown her own mother? Well, you are my mother through biology, nothing more. No matter how hard you try, you will never occupy that space you so badly want to hold in my heart. If you want a relationship, it must be on my terms. I already lost so much trying to understand your mind and soul. Parts of myself that I don’t know because you refuse to let go of your little control over me and your choices. I shouldn’t care who my biological father is when I have the world’s most loving, and caring father. One who would build me my own world just to make me happy. Thank you for the gift of life. Although mine has been plagued with depression, anger, and anxiety, I’ve also been blessed with so much.

Sincerely,

Ivelisse