I began to distance myself from her, this dark shadow who shrouded my light
This enraged her, she defiantly held her ground
After a lifetime of wholehearted and obedient service to her, I began to observe her, I questioned her role.

Who might I be without her? Without my control? This thought terrified me
Who would I become without her watchful eye over me?

The actuality of every hurtful word ever thrown at me?
My Mothers’ judgements of me through her bursts of rage?
The most unworthy beliefs I held of myself?

What was lying beneath me that was so terrifying it made control feel like my friend?
What was I holding onto that made control, in all her supremacy, feel safe?

What if I her let go? The one who told me what to do, the one who belittled me, shamed me, the one who constantly put me down. The one who put others down. People whom I actually admired, who lived the way I longed to live, who expressed the freedom I longed to experience.

Why did I think I needed her?

She terrified me. She scared those around me when she dominated my being. When she was present within me, I became her. Hard, judgmental, even ruthless at times. She pushed friends away, she pushed fun away, she had zero time or respect for my creative spirit. She shared none of my desires, she had no time for my softness, my compassion, my joy. She ridiculed these aspects of me when they attempted to come to the surface. So they painfully lay buried within.

So why was I choosing to live with her?
Why was I allowing her run the show?
Why was she holding my power?
I had gained my power back in so many aspects of my life but why not from her?

Well, because I believed her, I believed her words, I believed her threats, I believed she was my power. I had no idea that it was I who held power over her!

I thought her bullying ways towards me were what lead to my achievements, most often they did. But these achievements were not my desires coming into fruition, they were hers!
I thought the things she said about me were true.
I thought without her I would become the worthless, lazy, slob I believed myself to be.
I thought without her I’d amount to nothing in this life.
I thought I needed her to to get things done, to keep me in line, to bring me motivation, to see things through.

She controlled every part of me, my physicality, my emotional being, my conscious mind, my subconscious mind.

My body couldn’t heal itself from illness, it knew how to but she constantly demanded how it must eat, move, work and behave, so it had no freedom to do so.

My hands wanted to create but she directed my energy to what she considered to be more honourable pursuits.

My soul wanted to dance, my energy longed to flow but this inner freedom threatened her so she shamed my every move.

Life this way was becoming more and more painful. My desires were brewing deep within me with more and more determination to emerge. They boldly challenged her!

Freedom was what I longed for and was were I was heading but she remained the anchor to who I believed myself to be. It was time to liberate myself from the her depths.

I decided to face my biggest fears. I decided to fully question the ammunition she used as weapons against me. I fully owned who she had convinced me to be. I sat with the limiting beliefs she used to control me and I immersed myself deeply into them. I felt every ounce of pain they ever caused me. I sat with this pain until I asked my heart if who I was today accepted these beliefs as my truth. The answer was no, loud and clear. This realisation forced me to grieve the love of the person who first threw these words at me. It forced me to give this shame back to the person it belonged to, it forced me to experience the guilt of adding to their pain, which forced me to realise this guilt was not mine to own either.

Anger, hurt, pain, relief, empowerment and joy played a symphony within me. I had finally let her go.

For the first time in my entire life I was me, just me, no-one else’s belief system, no-one else’s harsh words and no-one else’s shame bellowing all around me. I breathed myself in. It was both heartbreaking and euphoric. I grieved the loss of the person I never got to be, while giving life to the me I had always wanted.

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2 thoughts on “Out of Control….Into Myself

  1. Marti 1 year ago

    Your story is also my story. At least the first part. Still haven’t fully confronted my shadow. I love your website! What a great concept! P.s. you’re subscribe link doesn’t work.

    1. Kerrie O' Reilly 1 year ago

      Hey Marti, thank you for sharing, you’re already facing your shadow by recognising your story….I thing fully confronting our shadow is a process that takes time and by recognising ourselves and how our awareness is growing we move forward in steps at a time. It sounds as though you are doing that!! Awareness also develops through the awareness of how far we have already come…so soon as something comes into your awareness it is already in the process of shifting.

      Thanks for telling us about the subscribe link. We have tested it and had others test it and its working, is it still a problem for you? If so would you mind telling me the browser and phone or operating system you are using please as maybe it isn’t working with that particular system which I can look at. Thanks so much