Recently I’ve run across two letters written by a survivor to their inner child concerning their feelings about that inner child. They were quite revealing, very emotional and something I’m sure survivors can relate to. I figured I’d give a go at one.
Dear Little Me,
Back then, I wish the adult me could have been with you. I would have told her she couldn’t treat you that way but I would not have stood guard by your room to watch over you or picked you up when she threw you down. I would not have given you food from my plate or held you when you feared her most because we wouldn’t have stayed. Had I been an adult with you back then I would have used resources available to me to walk out of there and manage on our own.
I know very well that living with her was hell. I know how afraid you were. I know how tired you were. How on earth could you sleep in her house and rest? The song she sang, the one she sang when her heart wasn’t on fire and she wasn’t in the mood to hurt you, that song was never heard enough and I’m sorry for that. I just think that even though your heart could rest when she sang that song that it was wrong to need to hear it just to assure your safety. She was wrong. Continue reading ‘From Me to Me’
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