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Tonight I went to see my grandmother, who I haven’t seen for fifteen years. The reason why is due to her relationship with my mother, which was always a difficult one. My mother completely cut ties with her entire family for her own peace of mind.

After falling out with my mother and sister last year, I got in touch with the family to rebuild bridges. However, I’ve always avoided reconciling with my grandmother; in my mind to speak to her and see her would be like cheating on my mother. I still remember one evening speaking to my uncle on the phone and he happened to be at my nan’s at the time. Without warning, he passed the phone over to her to speak to me and I was petrified. I was petrified that my mother would find out and hate me even more; that her and my sister would have more evidence in their prosecution case against me. My uncle asked her if she knew how old I was and she answered straightaway with the correct age and then recalled my birth date. I was her first grandchild: of course she remembered.

Tonight, I took her hand and she didn’t let go for almost the entire time I was there.

When I asked her if she remembered how old my sister was, she struggled to remember.

When I asked her if she missed my mother and thought about her, she replied that “put it this way: I could never hate her. But she wants to live her life and that’s her choice.” She also told me that she wasn’t happy with what they had done to me and that I should keep doing what I’m doing and leave them to it. The last thing she said to me before I left, was that I should keep looking after myself and to not worry about them.

They will say that I’m turning the family against them, which is actually what my mother said when she found out that I was talking to my uncle.

What I’ve realised in the short time I’ve been reconciled with everybody is that our family is one that sticks together, regardless of what goes on between us. Everybody looks out for each other, and takes everybody in in their times of trouble. That’s all I’ve ever wanted and all I’ve tried to do. I’m always the first to admit that I wasn’t the best of daughters and neither was I the best of sisters, no matter how much I tried. But, to be turned out by my own flesh and blood like this is…

… There are no words to describe what it’s like.

I had a seizure this afternoon, just thinking about the unopened birthday card from my mother, sitting on the desk upstairs in my bedroom. The impact hit me like a freight train. I was lucky enough to have been able to sit myself down before the onset otherwise I would’ve hit my head upon the dining table. Why a mother would choose to send a birthday card to the child she told was possessed by demons as opposed to epileptic is beyond me. In fact I know what it is: it’s emotional manipulation.

I won’t be forced back into a relationship so destructive and dehumanising.

But I’m on my own journey now: I joked to my friends that my trip to Budapest was the beginning of my “Eat Pray Love Journey”. I’m discovering me because I suddenly realised that after all this time, I had no idea who me was. Part of this journey is placing myself upon my own pedestal. To me, I am now my most important person and therefore my needs come first, which is why I’ve reconnected with the family who love me and have embraced me with welcoming arms. There are no bridges to rebuild because for them, there was nothing damaged in the first place.

This is the kind of love I’ve been looking for.



My body remains on the sidelines watching, while my mind roams around the room, taking in the world around her. I am a wallflower. There could be two reasons for this: It could be due to me being an introvert or just that I am a Cancerian! I’m Cece Alexandra and I am so honoured that you’ve been led to delve into my thoughts here in this blog! I would describe myself as a Wallflower which is why I use words to express my deepest – and sometimes darkest - thoughts. Words have always been my strongest method of expressing myself. Growing up I always wanted to be a writer, however life and circumstances chipped away at my confidence until there was nothing left. Without words, I could no longer express myself. I am also Epileptic. Since being diagnosed, I have realised that my deepest fear is the day I am finally on my deathbed, haunted by the overwhelming regret that I never achieved my God-given potential. This realisation forced me to take a step of faith and put myself out there. Yes it makes me vulnerable, however within the process I not only want to be an inspiration to myself; I want to be an inspiration to other women – to be whatever you want to be. Embrace the fear and doubt and utilise that as the fuel you need to push through! Life is for living to the fullest. Life is for loving, for living true to yourself and to the people around you. Life however, can also be crippling, dark and overwhelming. But you are not alone. This thought alone is what will help you get up from the ground.

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