Love...he captured me when I realized that he loves me for me. He loves ALL of me, flaws and all. Insecurities and all. I used to hate my hands growing up, because I thought they looked like grandma hands. He used to hate showing his feet because of his toe deformity. We’ve taught each other to let it all go, and embrace our uniqueness. Love is a beautiful feeling when it’s reciprocated. ❤️
Have you ever been in Love? When did you know it was real?
What is this idea. I should note “Mother Wound” is NOT a clinical term or diagnosis. It’s more so a description of pain passed from one generation of related women to another. This pain comes from trauma and dysfunction. It manifests in the next generation through weak emotional bonds between mothers and daughters, emotional and physical abuse, parentified daughters, poor communication habits and an inability to trust others, choosing partners who are abusive, threatening, harmful and or engaging in substance abuse and self harm behaviors. The more you know... #motherwounds#therapy#healing#mothersanddaughters#blackmotherhood#motherhood#blackwomen#women#relationships#heal#psychotherapy