Overcome by Crazy Woman

People who know my family history often tell me and my sisters that it is quite incredible that the three of us have grown up to be such loving mothers.  Our mother was happiest when she was travelling and decorating our house.  She was depressed, crazy angry, or stoned on Valium much of our lives.  She was in and out of the hospital with operations; a few of which brought her close to death.  She saved herself by leaving us; for weeks at a time at first; but permanently in the end.  She moved far away and had little contact with us when my younger sister was still a teen and my older sister and I were in our early twenties.

I look back at my Mom now with a great deal of empathy.  She was an Artist stuck in the role of mother in the suburbs in a generation that accorded women little respect and few options.  She was also a victim of the medical system of the day.  Diagnosed with ulcers, she was given Valium to “calm her nerves” and was subjected to several severe operations.  Today, of course, they know that ulcers are caused by a bacteria so my mother would have been spared “the knife” and the numbing effects of a drug that left her stoned on the couch in the middle of the day.

But I am my Mother’s Daughter.  While I am a loving mother, there is a Crazy Woman in me who emerges from time to time.  When I am feeling like I cannot get control over my life, she emerges with a fury that is frightening to behold.   She rages at everything and everyone around her.  She rages against the limitations of motherhood; the ineptitude of men; the drudgery of housework; and the monotony of work.  The Crazy Woman wants to break the bonds that bind me; she wants to destroy the limits that circumscribe my life.

The Crazy Woman is the dark side of the Artist; that side of me that longs for time to write; that needs freedom to express her Self; that needs access to beauty for inspiration; that needs space for meditation.  But she serves a purpose.  When she emerges, I know that I have gone too far;  to accommodate the needs of others; to fulfill my responsibilities; to meet the expectations of others.  When Crazy Woman rages, I know that I have abandoned my Self; that I am out of balance.  I know that I have failed to make my needs known; to protect my time; to care for my spirit.

The Crazy Woman saved my mother’s life.  She stole our mother from us; robbed my dad of a wife; but she helped my mother to save her Self; to create a life that fed the Artist within.  The Crazy Woman is an agent of destruction; the death bringer; that inner force that helps us to bring death to patterns that no longer serve us.  The Crazy Woman may be frightening and uncontrollable, but she just may save my life!

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About kp

I am a woman and a mother, a sister and a wife. I have called myself a socialist and a feminist, an environmentalist and an activist, a pagan and an atheist. But, at this stage in my life, none of these labels feel right. I am searching; trying to find an inner calm; trying to make peace with life's disappointments; trying to answer the big questions in my own small life.
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10 Responses to Overcome by Crazy Woman

  1. jazzminey says:

    This is truly remarkable. I can indentify with so much here. I too have a crazy woman dwelling within me. What I love about what you wrote is your understanding of the your crazy woman. I see that I need to realize that, “When she emerges, I know that I have gone too far to accommodate the needs of others, to fulfill my responsibilities, to meet the expectations of others.” Instead of feeling bad about myself I can choose to honor the messages my angry “crazy” feelings are telling me.

    I also love the understanding you came to regarding your own mother. I find this to be a very healing post of Mother’s Day. I wanted to write about Mother’s Day but was afraid I would be too much of a downer. Your piece here, although, speaks of some sad things, in the end, brings things around to understanding and empathy not just for your mother but for yourself.

    Wonderful post Kim. Janice

    • kp says:

      Janice…..Thank you for understanding and for your appreciation of the sentiments expressed. This was a scarey post for me to write because it is so close to home…but the understanding from others is very affirming and healing!!

  2. There is a crazy woman within each of us my friend.. sometimes she hides in there for a long while as meek as lamb, but often she can rage like a bull…
    She is called Survival! …….
    Hello again.. and sending you a thought or two.. ~Sue Dreamwalker x

  3. oh how i can relate! i love the artistry in your blogging and your art is spectacular!

  4. Kim,
    What an incredible reflection on feminine being and energy. May I post this as a guest post from you at my blog?
    Pam

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