I don\u2019t know what made me keep reading. Maybe it was the way my name was written, like it had weight. Like it meant something. Or maybe it was the fact that she never once tried to excuse what she did\u2014she owned it. Every line dripped with guilt, sorrow, and something else I didn\u2019t expect: truth.<\/p>\n
She explained that she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when she was 22. That she had episodes of depression so deep she couldn\u2019t get out of bed for days, and highs that made her believe she was invincible. She told me that when I was born, she loved me so much it scared her. She thought she would mess me up beyond repair.<\/p>\n
And the worst part? She didn\u2019t leave to become famous.<\/p>\n
She left because during a manic episode, she emptied out my dad\u2019s savings to self-publish a novel and almost burned the house down trying to cook while hallucinating. She checked herself into a facility after that. My dad never told me. He shielded me from everything.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s why she stayed away.<\/p>\n
She said she came back when she felt stable. That she had found a small job at that bookstore from the photo, had been on her meds consistently for years, and was ready\u2014terrified, but ready\u2014to try to explain. She knew it might be too late.<\/p>\n
It\u00a0was<\/em>\u00a0too late.<\/p>\n I cried so hard that night, I couldn\u2019t breathe. Not just because I felt sad, but because I felt guilty. Guilty for hating her. Guilty for refusing to see her. Guilty for never asking my dad\u00a0why<\/em>\u00a0she left\u2014just assuming it was selfishness and nothing else.<\/p>\n The next day, I asked him. I straight-up asked my dad, \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me the truth?\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at me with eyes that had always been steady. But they were watery now.<\/p>\n He said, \u201cI didn\u2019t want you to grow up feeling like you were abandoned\u00a0because<\/em>\u00a0of a sickness. I thought if you saw her as the villain, it would be easier to heal.\u201d<\/p>\n That hit harder than anything. Because I\u00a0hadn\u2019t<\/em>healed. Not really. I\u2019d just carried this resentment around like a security blanket.<\/p>\n Then he said something I\u2019ll never forget.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t want you to grow up with chaos. She wanted you to have peace. And as much as I hated what happened, I think\u2026 deep down\u2026 she was trying to protect you the only way she knew how.\u201d<\/p>\n We sat in silence for a long time after that.<\/p>\n I ended up visiting that bookstore from the photo. It was four hours away, in a sleepy coastal town. The owner recognized her right away. Said her name was Maribel, and that she was the sweetest, most passionate person they\u2019d ever met. Always scribbling poems during lunch breaks. Always asking about new books for \u201cher daughter Nia.\u201d<\/p>\n They didn\u2019t even know I existed, but she talked about me constantly.<\/p>\n That day, I bought the one copy of her book they had on the shelf. It was about a mother and daughter who meet again after years apart. Fiction, but\u2026 not really.<\/p>\n I read it cover to cover in one night. It was messy and raw, just like her letters. But it was beautiful.<\/p>\n And it helped me forgive her.<\/p>\n Not because she did everything right. But because, at the end of the day, she was human. Flawed, but full of love. And maybe love isn\u2019t always enough to make someone stay\u2014but sometimes it\u2019s enough to bring them back.<\/p>\n If you\u2019re holding onto anger, I get it. But don\u2019t wait too long to ask questions. To dig deeper. Sometimes the story isn\u2019t what we thought it was. Sometimes the villain isn\u2019t who we imagined.<\/p>\n Sometimes, healing starts with just opening the package.<\/p>\n My mother left when I was just 9 months old\u2026 She had dreams of being a famous writer and decided my dad and I would be a… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":587,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-586","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n![\"\u2764\ufe0f\"](\"https:\/\/s.w.org\/images\/core\/emoji\/15.1.0\/svg\/2764.svg\")
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