I had this fantasy in my head that if I spilled my soul to my mother about all the things I experienced in childhood that somehow it would make us close,that she would apologize for her role in it,we would magically become true mother and daughter.IInstead it was the most hurtful,invalidating experience.I was told I have a big imagination.

Sometimes what we imagine in our mind is not reality at all and can be re-traumatizing.