Allison, I’ve been struggling with the pain and sadness of grief over my mom… and I want to thank you for sharing this with us. Your words always have a way of helping me cope. Lots of love from Texas❤️
Allison: your honesty and bravery in sharing is inspiring. I can't begin to know what you have experienced. If I could I'd give you a hug but I can send you my love. I love you❤
As someone who survived child sexual abuse, I have had to admit to myself that I'm not okay. I struggle. Being honest about my struggles paves the way for others to speak their truth. That's what you are doing in this post, Allison.
Life is hard enough. What you endure and have endured additionally is so infuriating to me. I can only say how deeply sorry I am and will always be, how much I wish I could change it all for you and to thank you for sharing these very innermost raw emotions with such unflinching honesty. You are so loved by so many, but I’d rather you had your Mama than all of us. Sending love back, most sincerely. JB
You are courageous no matter what in sharing your deepest thoughts and revealing your vulnerability. Nobody gets over what you’ve experienced in your life at such a tender age. Healing is a forever journey and even if you never get there, you have done your very best. Allow yourself this time to grieve.
Yes. There’s an old saying, “Joy shared is joy doubled. Sorrow shared is sorrow halved.” While the intent is good, there are days when I think it’s a bunch of crap. No one else can understand the sorrow, the pain, the longing that only you can feel for all that you have lost.
I can’t know your pain and you can’t know mine, but we can both be broken and it’s ok. Broken crayons still color.
Your examination of grief in your art all these years has helped so many people, including me, to deal with my own grief. Thank you, as always, for all the light you put into the world. I am sending you extra love today, my friend.
Like a blow to the gut it hits me and I cuss and wail. She is gone yet free from her earthly trauma and drama. She is free from her own tangled mind and the grief of having been a not so good Mama at times. I long for what she was and was not. I long to hear her southern drawl telling me she loves me. I am grateful she is no longer in mental anguish and that her mind was healed through physical death. To me it is the beautiful awful and or the awfully beautiful. Saudade…..
I was at the songwriting workshop, and I think everyone there, in their deepest heart, just wanted to come up and hold you for a minute. Your words, and then your songs which you sang so beautifully, carried such vulnerability, and such courage. And such quiet strength.
There's so much else I'd want to say by way of encouragement. of solace, of gratitude, but the words seem unequal to the need. Goodness, I hope you could feel the love.
Hurtful things hurt forever. I had a 17 year old brother die because of a gas space heater in Fort Walton in 1976. I still feel tears welling just thinking about it. I had another brother who took his own life. I see his stuff and play his guitars everyday and still can’t comprehend a why. Whether you like it or not I admire your strength. You did what had to be done. It was always hard. but you gotta keep breathing and go on. By the way those first chords of Stormy Weather that start Blood are so ominous and foreboding. they set the stage for the whats next.
Allison, I’ve been struggling with the pain and sadness of grief over my mom… and I want to thank you for sharing this with us. Your words always have a way of helping me cope. Lots of love from Texas❤️
Allison: your honesty and bravery in sharing is inspiring. I can't begin to know what you have experienced. If I could I'd give you a hug but I can send you my love. I love you❤
I see now that I commented on this post in pretty much the way that isn't helpful. I will do better
As someone who survived child sexual abuse, I have had to admit to myself that I'm not okay. I struggle. Being honest about my struggles paves the way for others to speak their truth. That's what you are doing in this post, Allison.
Life is hard enough. What you endure and have endured additionally is so infuriating to me. I can only say how deeply sorry I am and will always be, how much I wish I could change it all for you and to thank you for sharing these very innermost raw emotions with such unflinching honesty. You are so loved by so many, but I’d rather you had your Mama than all of us. Sending love back, most sincerely. JB
So love this JB
May I borrow your words to speak for me
Love always Allison 💕
Always, Gay. You feel like family to me.
You are courageous no matter what in sharing your deepest thoughts and revealing your vulnerability. Nobody gets over what you’ve experienced in your life at such a tender age. Healing is a forever journey and even if you never get there, you have done your very best. Allow yourself this time to grieve.
Sending energy….these are the hardest parts of moving through the grief of the greatest of losses.
❤️❤️❤️
Yes. There’s an old saying, “Joy shared is joy doubled. Sorrow shared is sorrow halved.” While the intent is good, there are days when I think it’s a bunch of crap. No one else can understand the sorrow, the pain, the longing that only you can feel for all that you have lost.
I can’t know your pain and you can’t know mine, but we can both be broken and it’s ok. Broken crayons still color.
Your examination of grief in your art all these years has helped so many people, including me, to deal with my own grief. Thank you, as always, for all the light you put into the world. I am sending you extra love today, my friend.
Like a blow to the gut it hits me and I cuss and wail. She is gone yet free from her earthly trauma and drama. She is free from her own tangled mind and the grief of having been a not so good Mama at times. I long for what she was and was not. I long to hear her southern drawl telling me she loves me. I am grateful she is no longer in mental anguish and that her mind was healed through physical death. To me it is the beautiful awful and or the awfully beautiful. Saudade…..
You have every right to be angry as hell for the unbearable loss of your mother💔
I was at the songwriting workshop, and I think everyone there, in their deepest heart, just wanted to come up and hold you for a minute. Your words, and then your songs which you sang so beautifully, carried such vulnerability, and such courage. And such quiet strength.
There's so much else I'd want to say by way of encouragement. of solace, of gratitude, but the words seem unequal to the need. Goodness, I hope you could feel the love.
A “watery, whispery dream. Perfect.
Sending love back to you ❤
Hurtful things hurt forever. I had a 17 year old brother die because of a gas space heater in Fort Walton in 1976. I still feel tears welling just thinking about it. I had another brother who took his own life. I see his stuff and play his guitars everyday and still can’t comprehend a why. Whether you like it or not I admire your strength. You did what had to be done. It was always hard. but you gotta keep breathing and go on. By the way those first chords of Stormy Weather that start Blood are so ominous and foreboding. they set the stage for the whats next.
I send love.