As much as we love them I think everyone has a complex relationship with their mum. I think it’s very true that we all love/hate them. Emphasis on the slash.
What is aling me at the moment is my mum doesn’t understand that I’m in a position where my brain is trying to play catch up with my body. The body & the brain are in 2 different time zones, & my brain age is moving very fast. She keeps on saying how I’m always grumpy, but I disagree, & I can always complain about her in my blog, she’s a technophobe so she’ll be none the wiser.
My blog is how I see it as my therapy, it’s where I can denote all my thoughts & feelings. I can have a good documentation of. All my doings & how I felt, if I want a reminder. & it’s actually helping my career, I believe. Because I want to be an advocate for brain injury victims. So doing my blog, I perceive it as my therapist, it helps me offload my emotions.
I know that the title of this post was “mums”& I’ve barely talked about my mum, I think that I got my point across though, to concentrate, I love/hate my mum.