Post by bushbiyu on Aug 13, 2009 15:18:58 GMT -8
I guess I just need to write this. I'm so pent up with feelings now. I don't want the fix of my PoA right now (I know it's just a fix), but all the things that were under that...
Dear Little Me,
There is no fault, here. Your mother has an illness. She had this before your were born. This illness affected her brain. She loves you, but she could not take care of correctly. It is okay to be angry and sad and lonely. You can cry and you don't have to worry about how it will affect her. You can ask to be loved. There is no fault
Dear Little Me,
There is no shame, here. The man who hurt you was sick, something for him had went very wrong. You needed affection and you didn't understand, you were too young to know. You have the right to trust and hope. You do not have to feel that all love involves pain. You can reach out and still feel safe. There is no shame.
Dear Little Me,
There is worth here. Your sister dealt with things in her own way. She is just hurting, too. You are not her savior. You can know friendship and equality. You can be seen. You can grow. You can talk to people and have you needs met. You can let others in. There is worth.
Dear Little Me,
There is strength here. You are strong and brave and good. You have all the help of God. You are on your way. You need not be afraid to live without pain. You need not be afraid to alone. You will be okay. Give away the fear, the fault and the shame. There is worth, here. There is strength, here. Here. Here, little me give it away, let it go, give away the abuse, the disease, and the pain.
Dear Little Me,
There is no fault, here. Your mother has an illness. She had this before your were born. This illness affected her brain. She loves you, but she could not take care of correctly. It is okay to be angry and sad and lonely. You can cry and you don't have to worry about how it will affect her. You can ask to be loved. There is no fault
Dear Little Me,
There is no shame, here. The man who hurt you was sick, something for him had went very wrong. You needed affection and you didn't understand, you were too young to know. You have the right to trust and hope. You do not have to feel that all love involves pain. You can reach out and still feel safe. There is no shame.
Dear Little Me,
There is worth here. Your sister dealt with things in her own way. She is just hurting, too. You are not her savior. You can know friendship and equality. You can be seen. You can grow. You can talk to people and have you needs met. You can let others in. There is worth.
Dear Little Me,
There is strength here. You are strong and brave and good. You have all the help of God. You are on your way. You need not be afraid to live without pain. You need not be afraid to alone. You will be okay. Give away the fear, the fault and the shame. There is worth, here. There is strength, here. Here. Here, little me give it away, let it go, give away the abuse, the disease, and the pain.
