I’ll get straight to the point.
You're at an all-time low in your life.
You've been like this for the past few years.
You've let time pass by without taking care of your broken scars.
Feeling flawed, empty, and alone, and out of touch with your feelings. Alone and no sense of belonging.
It's hard to know what you want, feel, or need.
It's hard to believe that it matters.
It's hard to feel that you matter.
I think it's time to do something about those
missed opportunities and allow yourself to heal.
Stop internalizing. Being alone is frightening, unbearable, and is suffocating you.
Your Inner Child needs to know:
You were a lovely little girl. Your eyes bright, your smile large.
I am sorry that they didn't know how to love you,
validate you, and encourage you.
I am sorry that they wanted you to fit into a
box that was too small to hold your spirit.
I am sorry that they made you feel bad for just being you.
Snap at you for breathing.
They wanted you to extend their ideals,
a reflection of their "so-called" perfection.
They could not just hug you and love you, for the expansive person you are. They wanted to make you smaller, quieter, less intelligent, less strong, less brave.
I am sorry your mom was so inconsistent with her treatment of you.
You could never depend on her having time or affection for you.
That she did not protect you. She did not comfort you when you needed her the most.
The physical abuse was not your fault.
She broke her bond with you every time
she placed you into another household.
You never missed your family.
They were not a source of support or comfort.
The home was never safe.
I am sorry for that.
You deserved better.
You will get better.
You are an amazing person.
You are so very emphatic.
Trust yourself to do the right thing.
You are worth love and pleasant and enjoyable life.
You deserved so much more than your family gave you.
I am sorry that they not only didn't help you
but often sabotaged you. I am sorry they tell you that
you are wrong about things you remember and they do not.
I am sorry that your family is not safe,
or a loving place that it should be.
I am sorry you were short-changed with shallow,
immature people that were so wrapped up in themselves,
that they had no time, energy, or love to give you.
I am sorry that you think you are only worth
scraps of affection or time from people that
claim to love you.
Seeing you sitting there in a dark corner
With your knees hugging your chest,
dust covering you like a second layer of skin,
cobwebs becoming one with your fingertips.
Insecurities, broken dreams, and discarded hopes
wrapped around you like armor. As if you've never seen the light of day. Never kissed the rays of the sun or sang along with the morning breeze. There was no dancing with the spring flowers or watched the leaves play at being chameleons every fall.
Telling yourself, in the light people will judge you.
You'd rather isolate yourself in an icy dark corner where it's safer.
For you, the light is to be rejected and tormented.
It's better this way, you said.
Listen carefully, feeling the pain is part of the healing.
Trust the process.
The only person who can save you is yourself.
This isn't a fairy tale, this isn't a movie.
Prince Charming will not swoop in and save your dark soul.
Only you can save yourself.
Stop numbing pain with harmful substances.
Listen to your heart and listen to your gut.
Do not give the key to your happiness to someone else.
I know that you are afraid to relive the trauma,
however, the time for healing has come.
No amount of self-help books, Tony Robbins' speeches,
or ice cream in the world will ever erase the betrayal
of a narcissistic mother.
Like the common cold of the soul, you just have to accept it.
Love and appreciate yourself. Continue to live outside your comfort zone, know that your potential is limitless.
You are a strong-willed, stubborn, beautiful, and intelligent woman. Live your life passionately, let it radiate from your soul. Make magic.
You got this
You've been like this for the past few years.
You've let time pass by without taking care of your broken scars.
Feeling flawed, empty, and alone, and out of touch with your feelings. Alone and no sense of belonging.
It's hard to know what you want, feel, or need.
It's hard to believe that it matters.
It's hard to feel that you matter.
I think it's time to do something about those
missed opportunities and allow yourself to heal.
Stop internalizing. Being alone is frightening, unbearable, and is suffocating you.
Your Inner Child needs to know:
You were a lovely little girl. Your eyes bright, your smile large.
I am sorry that they didn't know how to love you,
validate you, and encourage you.
I am sorry that they wanted you to fit into a
box that was too small to hold your spirit.
I am sorry that they made you feel bad for just being you.
Snap at you for breathing.
They wanted you to extend their ideals,
a reflection of their "so-called" perfection.
They could not just hug you and love you, for the expansive person you are. They wanted to make you smaller, quieter, less intelligent, less strong, less brave.
I am sorry your mom was so inconsistent with her treatment of you.
You could never depend on her having time or affection for you.
That she did not protect you. She did not comfort you when you needed her the most.
The physical abuse was not your fault.
She broke her bond with you every time
she placed you into another household.
You never missed your family.
They were not a source of support or comfort.
The home was never safe.
I am sorry for that.
You deserved better.
You will get better.
You are an amazing person.
You are so very emphatic.
Trust yourself to do the right thing.
You are worth love and pleasant and enjoyable life.
You deserved so much more than your family gave you.
I am sorry that they not only didn't help you
but often sabotaged you. I am sorry they tell you that
you are wrong about things you remember and they do not.
I am sorry that your family is not safe,
or a loving place that it should be.
I am sorry you were short-changed with shallow,
immature people that were so wrapped up in themselves,
that they had no time, energy, or love to give you.
I am sorry that you think you are only worth
scraps of affection or time from people that
claim to love you.
Seeing you sitting there in a dark corner
With your knees hugging your chest,
dust covering you like a second layer of skin,
cobwebs becoming one with your fingertips.
Insecurities, broken dreams, and discarded hopes
wrapped around you like armor. As if you've never seen the light of day. Never kissed the rays of the sun or sang along with the morning breeze. There was no dancing with the spring flowers or watched the leaves play at being chameleons every fall.
Telling yourself, in the light people will judge you.
You'd rather isolate yourself in an icy dark corner where it's safer.
For you, the light is to be rejected and tormented.
It's better this way, you said.
Listen carefully, feeling the pain is part of the healing.
Trust the process.
The only person who can save you is yourself.
This isn't a fairy tale, this isn't a movie.
Prince Charming will not swoop in and save your dark soul.
Only you can save yourself.
Stop numbing pain with harmful substances.
Listen to your heart and listen to your gut.
Do not give the key to your happiness to someone else.
I know that you are afraid to relive the trauma,
however, the time for healing has come.
No amount of self-help books, Tony Robbins' speeches,
or ice cream in the world will ever erase the betrayal
of a narcissistic mother.
Like the common cold of the soul, you just have to accept it.
Love and appreciate yourself. Continue to live outside your comfort zone, know that your potential is limitless.
You are a strong-willed, stubborn, beautiful, and intelligent woman. Live your life passionately, let it radiate from your soul. Make magic.
You got this
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