I beat my mom today.

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My mom went through this today:
My mom went through this today
When I was a baby, if I cried and threw a tantrum, my mother would cover my nose and mouth.
The memory of playing it and searching for the sound to death, my favorite
Spraying a can of cockroach repellent on my beloved pillow
Memories of telling me to sleep like that
still want
So, even though I am my own child, I cry and curse for a long time.
I can’t stand tantrums. Some childhood memories
Left with a lifetime of scars and trauma: Nae Kwon Ai’s
Crying is a trigger: the sound of a child crying
Whenever it’s hard to hear; Let the child in the fire stop crying
Sunlight comes to mind as a very effective method. nose and mouth
Playing it and making it impossible for you to breathe. I can’t breathe
I was so shocked that I had to force myself to cry.
So it becomes quiet.
Today too, I’m crying and calling myself an ugly four-year-old.
After listening to the crying for a while, I felt an urge inside me dozens of times.
rda*dahaetda, so close your mouth, nose, and knees so you can’t breathe
Should I kick her and cover her face with a blanket?
All the abuse I received, such as threatening me with mean words, etc.
Methods of violence come to mind
And in all those impulses, I cried as a child
When I spend money, I think about what I wanted to receive.
What did I want from my mom?
The hurt child that still remains inside me due to absence from work
All you want is a kitchen that isn’t bad and isn’t shot.
Just one of the options. My mom just did it her way
Hug me and tell me I love you. No matter how much I
Even if you don’t have a bad child, I hope you love him just the way he is.
So, breaking all those impulses, we finally
I came out of the hurt I received from my mom and became my child.
I want to hug you: Hug me tightly and tell me that your mom loves you so much
Even if you cry, throw tantrums, say hateful things, and say mean things, you
Tell me you really love me: And then all day long
My child, who only said mean things, was able to do his own thing with his small fern hands.
Let’s hug each other. And pat my back: like
It seemed to say: Well done, Mom. Mom really
No trouble
Then the child started feeling happy as if nothing had happened.
Without hesitation, he started jumping again. all day
Jingjangdaedang A child’s embrace of love and a single word
Looking at the changing exterior, love can overcome everything:
I thought that love really overcomes everything:
And Tears Are Better: For Over 30 Years I Have Been We
I live trapped in the abuse I received from my mother.
You don’t act like your mother. I finally became my mother.
It’s like this: I thought I woke up and left alone
It’s so, so hard. After becoming an adult, I became independent.
Even after receiving psychological counseling for almost a year, I still got over it.
As much as my trauma of not being able to do it, I must have passed the age of three years.
You got over it. But I’m glad I’m like my mom
I thought it was a bad idea to hurt my child.
That’s why I don’t cry. My husband asks me why I’m crying.
It’s hard to explain, so I just ask for a hug and don’t cry.
I don’t know what this feeling is, but I finally experienced it:
Now, my mother and I, who have passed away, can really say goodbye.
It seems like you can: