Tag: maternal deception

The first day of the year is not just a threshold; it is also an invitation to practice.

In my earlier reflection, I spoke of choosing compassion over bypassing—honoring wounds rather than dismissing them as “small stuff.” This companion piece offers the practices and techniques I have used, and will continue to use, to help heal and integrate the deeper wounds that surfaced: betrayal, love bombing, financial exploitation, and even maternal deception.

These practices are not prescriptions. They are lived ceremonies and reflections that help me reclaim sovereignty and soften toward the parts of myself that still carry scars.

Ceremonial Exercises

I mark Dec. 27–Jan. 1 as a ceremonial arc. I light a candle, name the intrusion, the trigger, and the revelation, then extinguish it as a symbol of release. Before extinguishing, I write each heavy feeling on a small piece of paper and burn it with the candle flame — letting the smoke carry away what no longer serves me.

I speak aloud: “I forgive the betrayed part of me. She was trusting, uninformed, and open. She gave me discernment.” I follow this with: “I honor the wise part of me who now sees clearly. She holds the map for my way forward.”

I send the old roles (rescuer, self-doubter, validation seeker) off with their one-way tickets to Pluto. I laugh as I exile them, and I leave a small “welcome mat” for their healthier replacements — the advocate, the self-truster, the meaning-maker — to take root in my life.

I create a small altar with items that represent safety and strength to me — a smooth stone, a sprig of local foliage, and a photo of Mother Mary, from whom I have received a mother’s unconditional love. (You may choose someone else who has shown you genuine care.) I tend to it each day of the arc as a reminder of my foundation.

Journaling Practices

I write dialogues with the betrayed self. I ask her what she needs now, and I respond with compassion. Sometimes I draw her, too — giving visual form to her pain and her resilience.

Each time irritation arises, I journal: “This is not small stuff. This is a doorway to integration.” I then add: “What part of me is calling for attention here? What does it need to feel safe?”

I track moments when I spot performative behavior and choose not to engage. I celebrate each as proof of growth, and I note what cues helped me recognize it — tone of voice, empty flattery, requests that feel out of alignment.

I write a letter to my future self, dated one year from now, describing what I hope she has learned about trust, boundaries, and self-compassion. I seal it to open when the next New Year arrives.

Boundary Rehearsals

I practice short, sovereign responses: “I don’t resonate with this. I choose not to engage.” I also prepare variations for different contexts — from firm but polite to clear and direct for when boundaries are being pushed.

I visualize myself in boundary-poor environments, then rehearse my shields (humor, discernment, silence). I practice physically grounding myself in these visualizations — planting my feet, taking a deep breath, or placing a hand over my heart.

I use symbolic gestures (closing a book, walking through a doorway) to mark my exit from misaligned energy. I’ve also added wearing a specific piece of jewelry, like black tourmaline, or carrying a small token as a tangible reminder of my boundaries when I’m out in the world.

I wish I had a trusted friend nearby with whom I could role-play. In the absence, I speak aloud to an empty room, practicing how to say “no” to requests that feel draining or how to address someone who is crossing my lines.

Integration Mindset

I affirm: “Boundary violations and betrayal echoes are not small stuff. They deserve compassion.” I repeat this aloud each morning when I wake and each night before I sleep.

I remind myself: healing isn’t linear. Each resurfacing is another layer of integration, not failure. I keep a small “growth log” noting when old wounds surface and what I did to care for myself — seeing the pattern of how I’m handling things differently each time.

I anchor in the truth: I cannot control others’ conduct, their readers’ or followers’ cozying up, or anyone else’s behavior. I can only control my response — and that is enough. I add: “My response is powerful. It shapes my world and protects my peace.”

I practice “radical acceptance” — acknowledging that while I cannot change what happened to me, I can change how I relate to those experiences and how they influence my life moving forward.

Expanded Insight

I recognize that triggers often connect to deeper layers: betrayal, financial exploitation, rejection and abandonment, maternal deception and manipulation. I see how these experiences wired me to look for safety in certain ways — and how I can rewire those patterns with care.

I see that my reaction is about protecting my sense of safety and trust, not just irritation at one person. It is a sign that my inner system is working to keep me whole.

I extend compassion to the part of me that still carries the scar, instead of berating myself for “not getting over it.” I remind myself that scars are not just marks of pain — they are proof that I survived and continue to heal.

I understand that my ability to feel deeply and care fiercely is the same part of me that was hurt. Instead of closing off, I’m learning to direct that warmth and openness toward myself first, then toward those who have earned it.

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Beginning the year with compassion means refusing to bypass the echoes of betrayal, manipulation, or dismissal. It means honoring the scarred parts of myself with ceremony, humor, and sovereignty. It also means celebrating the strength that has carried me through and the wisdom that continues to emerge from these experiences.

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If any of these practices resonate with you, may they serve as gentle companions on your own healing arc. May you find that in tending to your wounds with care, you discover a wellspring of resilience you didn’t know you held.

Peace and Blessings,
— Thea 💙