until my inner child started yelling at me (seriously) through my writing.
But sometimes someone really cares and then I fall apart in tears.
Then I did something weird (even for me). I started writing. I used the "we" to show solidarity with my inner child ... until my inner child started yelling at me (seriously) through my writing.
"In the end it might be our inner child that saves us, not the other way around." That is beautiful and profound. I guess it makes sense, as the younger parts of ourselves had to develop such incredible strength just to survive. Without their strength there would be no adult here trying to make sense of it all. A lot to think about, thank you Radise.This might be slightly stupid of me, but I think that´s beautiful. It means you´re not numb. That you´...