What a difference a year makes.
This time last Mother's Day, I was a mess. I wasn't sleeping, I couldn't stop crying, I was in a pit. The next day, we found out Regan died, and I had a difficult conversation with a loved one, and I had to bail out of a filming schedule I had committed to in LA. I took a major leap of faith and started EMDR on May 15th.
The person I am today is not the same person I was last year. Well, I'm still me, but I am MORE me and calmer and happier than I have ever been. The therapy was incredibly hard, but it worked. I had my last session on April 22, 2025. I am sleeping again without night terrors, my mind is clear, and I have so much love and respect for myself and all the other creatures I share the Earth with. I've never felt more at peace. I accept and celebrate myself and my life.
So now this year, I can appreciate my mother. I am thankful for her for giving me my life and for all the care and love and laughter. And I have forgiven her of all the pain and trauma and struggle. She tried her best. I did mine.
I love you, Patrica Carol Bane Reid. Thank you.
