A Mother's Day Reflection: Writing, Remembering, and Releasing

As Mother’s Day approaches, I’ve been spending time with my journal — reflecting on the women who came before me, not for what they shared, but for all the things they never said out loud. My mother’s generation didn’t talk about trauma or pain. They minimized it, buried it, and moved on — believing silence was strength and vulnerability was weakness.

My mom passed in December 2021, and though we never spoke much about her past, I’ve come to recognize how much she carried alone. That kind of quiet endurance shaped so many women of her time — taught to keep the peace, to keep going, and to keep secrets.

In The Artist’s Way, Julia Cameron reminds us that writing can be a spiritual practice — a way to clear the mind and release what’s been stored within us. It isn’t about fixing the past; it’s about making space for truth. Through journaling, I’m learning that release doesn’t always mean resolution. Sometimes it simply means letting what’s heavy find a place to land on the page.
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Mother’s Day can stir up many things — gratitude, grief, or simply reflection. This year, I’m choosing quiet acknowledgment: for the women who carried what they couldn’t say, and for the ones learning to let it go, one honest page at a time.

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