The Marceline Mother Breakdown

A blurry-eyed, overpouring, whirlwind of grief brought on by a "children's" cartoon, back when I wondered if mom was dying.

Thank you so much for being here.

For finding interest in my haze of thoughts. Because this one… This one might not make much sense.

I remember writing it. I remember crying before, during, and after writing it.

I remember feeling like I had something to say but wasn’t sure if I was saying it; writing this piece felt like a necessity, like when I needed to write while going through my first major breakup.

But I wasn’t sure if I was saying anything. I was writing through tears. Waves of emotions slammed me in my face, and my strewn-together sentences were swept away into a salty, teary sea.

But I digress. Despite knowing how I felt back then, I feel like this is worth sharing now. While rereading it, I could find compassion, and parts of my past to take with me now.

So maybe you can too. ♥

This entry is lightly edited for spelling, links for further context, and clarity¹.

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Marceline and her mother

SEPTEMBER 16, 2022

I watched the breakdown of Marceline’s mother getting sicker, how she hid her sickness away from Marceline and how it messed up how she felt she couldn’t share her emotions.

Then I watched how Marceline’s mother sang to her² as they cuddled and seeing her mom stroke her hair, then marcline stroke under her mothers arm reminded me of myself not too long ago.

During the stint where my mom was getting sicker and I we didn’t know why… She asked if she could hug me.