419can.dance
Silver Member
A letter to my inner child.
Thank you for being so dang tough! I couldn’t imagine surviving what you have! Today I am weak and weary thinking and healing from all this pain. Pain that you have survived. Pain that no one should have to go through.
Standing where I am today I am blown away with the courage you showed in the face of evil. Thank you for all you did to keep going. I have had people ask me how I survived through this and honestly I don’t know. They say I survived. I feel I am barely surviving. You carried all of that weight for me. And in reality you still do. Today is still hard with the anxiety disassociation and suicidal ideation. We have a belt for a perfect his coping skills you mastered at six years old. Never knowing the depth of this inescapable a Buse. But in current reality there is safety, the kind you never mailed. And I know you are exhausted by all the inner battles the flashbacks, that dreams, and therapy with you should have never been responsible for I want to tell you today you are no longer. Never again responsible for dealing with this pain. Because, now, I am an adult. Not the adult you are used to. Not the kind that tells you lies, gained your trust, then invades your boundaries. Not the manipulative adult that tells you it’s your fault. I am the adult with your best interest in mind. This is the adult that will never allow any harm to you.
This is me, you, just older And, I want what you want. I want peace.
Thank you for being so dang tough! I couldn’t imagine surviving what you have! Today I am weak and weary thinking and healing from all this pain. Pain that you have survived. Pain that no one should have to go through.
Standing where I am today I am blown away with the courage you showed in the face of evil. Thank you for all you did to keep going. I have had people ask me how I survived through this and honestly I don’t know. They say I survived. I feel I am barely surviving. You carried all of that weight for me. And in reality you still do. Today is still hard with the anxiety disassociation and suicidal ideation. We have a belt for a perfect his coping skills you mastered at six years old. Never knowing the depth of this inescapable a Buse. But in current reality there is safety, the kind you never mailed. And I know you are exhausted by all the inner battles the flashbacks, that dreams, and therapy with you should have never been responsible for I want to tell you today you are no longer. Never again responsible for dealing with this pain. Because, now, I am an adult. Not the adult you are used to. Not the kind that tells you lies, gained your trust, then invades your boundaries. Not the manipulative adult that tells you it’s your fault. I am the adult with your best interest in mind. This is the adult that will never allow any harm to you.
This is me, you, just older And, I want what you want. I want peace.
