There's a pit in your stomach that churns with every interaction, a bitter taste that whispers, “I hate my mom.”
It's a sentiment we rarely speak out loud, laden with guilt, anger, and an underlying yearning for change.
Beneath the surface of this visceral aversion lies a profound wish for a different reality.
A place where love and respect flourish, where understanding replaces resentment.
You are not alone in this emotional battlefield; a deep, transformative journey awaits.