As a child, I watched my brother being chosen for a reputed convent school, while I was admitted to a local one. Someone advocated for me — but my mother refused.
That small moment stayed with me.
A child doesn’t reason; a child concludes. And my conclusion was simple and painful:
I am not good enough. I am less. I am not chosen.
Without realizing it, I developed a survival strategy. I started doing more than my capacity, giving more than required, trying harder in every role and relationship.
It brought excellent results in practical life. But inside, something still felt incomplete.
Real healing began when I saw my mother not as the source of my pain, but as a human being — refined, intelligent, and making decisions from her own experiences, conditioning, and limitations.
What happened was not rejection. It was perspective.
When I began completing my unfinished emotions with her — through understanding, not blame — something shifted.
A deeper peace entered my life. A new inner dimension opened.
That’s when I understood:
Completion with our roots is essential.
An incomplete root cannot nourish a flourishing tree.
The root was never weak. My relationship with it was incomplete.
Today, I still give — but not to prove my worth. I give from wholeness.
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