🌿 She Drank to Survive. I Did Too. — A Letter to My Mother Before Her Death Day
Dear Peaceful Heart,
Tomorrow marks the death day of my mother.
She left this world through MAiD — Medical Assistance in Dying. It was her choice. One I now understand and will be choosing too.
You see, she drank to survive. And for years, I judged her.
Until I drank to survive, too.
Until trauma cornered me.
Until I saw the pattern, the pain, the lineage.
She trusted doctors. I trusted plants.
She turned to pills. I turned to stillness, to silent retreats, to tea.
She clung to food and sugar. I faced detox after detox.
We were different.
And yet… we were the same.
We both endured:
Mould toxicity
MCAS (Mast Cell Activation Syndrome)
PTSD
Histamine overload
Suicide ideation
And a medical system that failed us
Doctors never took our pain seriously.
They drugged her.
They dismissed me.
She was loud. So they sedated her.
I became quiet — and invisible.
An Observer of life.
I now walk through chronic illness,
Pain and fatigue visit daily.
I’ve loved and been betrayed.
I’ve poured love into people who didn’t stay.
Now, I’m pouring that love back into myself.
This story isn’t about giving up.
It’s about reclaiming choice in a system that fails the most sensitive.
It’s about ancestral trauma, invisible illness and the peace we rarely speak of.
To those carrying heavy, silent pain — I see you.
To the daughters of broken-hearted mothers — I hear you.
To the ones hiding in shame — please, come into the light.
This Mother's Day, look at her again.
Not through judgment, but through the lens of pain, lineage, and grace.
And if you’re healing?
You’re already breaking the cycle.
You’re already a warrior.
In Peace,
I love you Mom,
Dee, Your proud Daughter xo
Holistic Doula of Love & End-of-Life Peace
Root-Cause Trauma Educator
www.destresswithdee.love/
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Dear Mom,
You left this world in peace — through MAiD, with dignity, on your terms. Two days from now, I will honour your death day not with regret, but with reverence.
I used to judge you for drinking.
Until I drank to disappear too.
Until trauma held me in its grip, and I saw the pattern, the pain — our shared storm.
You trusted doctors.
I turned to tea leaves and trees.
You reached for pills.
I reached for silence.
You were loud, so they sedated you.
I was quiet, so they dismissed me.
We both endured the invisible:
Mould.
Mast Cells.
Suicide thoughts.
A medical system that never believed us.
You clung to sugar.
I surrendered to detox.
You survived the only way you knew how.
And now, so do I.
You taught me how to feel everything.
How to fight for peace.
How to choose my own way out — not from despair, but from clarity.
I’ve poured my love into people who left,
Now I’m pouring it back into me.
Into healing. Into soil. Into stillness.
This letter is not goodbye.
It’s thank you.
For your voice. For your rage. For your wounds.
For loving me the only way you could.
This Mother's Day, I see you clearly —
not as broken, but as brave.
And to all daughters of broken-hearted mothers…
You are love.
You are peace.
You are the cycle-breakers.
I am because you were.
And I carry you still —
in every cup of tea,
every quiet breath,
and every choice for peace.
With all my heart,
Your Goose 🌻