The Mother Wound Isn’t a Buzzword. It’s the Reason You’re Tired All the Damn Time

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The Mother Wound Isn’t a Buzzword. It’s the Reason You’re Tired All the Damn Time.

You’re tired, but not just physically. It’s bone-deep. Soul-deep. The kind of tired that protein shakes and eight hours of sleep can’t touch.

You’re tired because you’ve been running emotional marathons since you were seven.

No one called it trauma. No one handed you a word for it.

You were just “the mature one.” “Wise beyond your years.” The good daughter.

That’s the lie we tell girls who had to parent the very woman who gave birth to them.

That’s the mother wound. And no, it’s not just some trending hashtag.

You didn’t get to be a child.

You were too busy managing your mother’s feelings.

Would she explode? Would she retreat? Would she twist the story and make you the villain for asking a question?

You learned to read the room before you could even read a book. And now, as a grown woman, you wonder why you can’t relax. Why silence makes you anxious. Why your body flinches when someone raises their voice.

Why love feels like labor.

It’s not your personality. It’s your programming.

The world applauds your strength.

But they don’t know the cost.

You’re the dependable one. The fixer. The emotional mule for everybody else’s mess.

But no one sees that your strength came from starvation. You had to be strong because no one protected your softness. You had to figure it out because she didn’t know how to show up.

That “I got it” reflex? That guilt when you rest? That anxiety around disappointing people?

It didn’t start with adulthood. It started with her.

I wrote Mothered by Survival for women like you.

Women who talk themselves out of pain because “at least she stayed.” Women who got clothes, food, a roof… but not safety. Women who can’t keep pretending their wounds are character flaws.

This book is not about blame. It’s about clarity. And space. And truth that doesn’t require your mother’s permission.

It’s about grieving the mother you didn’t get and becoming the woman you were never allowed to be.

You don’t need to carry her pain in your nervous system. You don’t need to defend the woman who ignored your hurt. You don’t need to explain why you’re exhausted.

This is what happens when no one ever made space for your voice. No one saw your tears unless they made her uncomfortable.

And you’ve waited long enough.

➡️ If you felt this in your chest, my book Mothered by Survival was written for you. It’s not gentle. It’s real. And it’s the beginning of your healing.