Unrequited love is a horror show, and not the good sort. We’d like to believe that most of the world has known atleast the shade of this miserable experience. Berlioz certainly did, and it drove him to opium. Along the same lines, we have abandonment and the anxieties it engenders. Today’s letter is a bit heavier than past fare, but when we found this heart-breaking missive slipped under the marble door, we just couldn’t ignore it.
I come to you for help. My child and I’ve been traveling the same road for centuries to find peace. The father of my child abandoned us. Shortly after the birth, we crawled through the woods during the unforgiving winter for miles. When we finally got there he denied us again, leaving us to fate. My question is: What will it take for us to finally find peace? There were several people that have spoken to us, offering to help us, yet I was compelled to continue to our place of death. How can we be at peace?
Tragedies have a tendency to repeat themselves in the memories of both the living and the dead. ‘Hauntings’ often take the form of obsessive recreation of a particularly painful moment, and this is why you find yourself compelled to travel the same road. Their are issues of abandonment and rejection that must be addressed before you can move on. As hard as it may be to accept, your suffering is not punishing the man that hurt you; it only punishes you and your child. It may seem terribly cliché, but some bits of wisdom are oft-repeated for good reason. You must forgive him. It isn’t for his sake, or because he is deserving of forgiveness, but because you cannot stop punishing yourself until you let go of this.
There is a much better afterlife awaiting you and your child once you stop haunting the past. It certainly isn’t an easy task, and no one can tell you exactly how to go about it. I’ve never experienced anything on the level of what you write of. I’m certainly in no position to judge or criticize you. All I can offer is my perspective and a listening ear. I do sincerely hope that you find peace, and the Witchy Bride invites you to the cauldron for tea and girl talk.
To all of our readers, living and dead, feel free to write in. No problem is too big or too small, and the marble door is always open.