it...it brings up mixed up emotions. it was at the sugestion of mt therapist...
today, we had to do an excercise. we had to take a crayon on the hand we do NOT write with...and write a letter to our abuser(s). was supposed to be fron the little kid who was abused. the youngest one, to theabuser. was supposed to get in touch with shit and give our inner child a voice cus we never had one then.....
anyways i didnt feel anything whilst writing it...but when i had to read... thats when the tears came... and the hurt. i do not hate my abusers. that hatred took too much energy andi have long since let it go. but, i do question why....and i struggle...
then we had to take a pen and use our writing hand to write a letter to our child self....
when i read mine aloud, the response from ppl was overwhelming. they all said how powerful it was. complimented me. congratulated me. saidi shld fram it and it was inspiring.....
anyways..here they are.....
Letter from my inner child, abused at age 4
I dont know why you picked me. was it something wrong with me? why? you did things i couldnt understand. why? you stole something i cant get back. why? was it something i said or did? do you know what you did will follow me though life. you took ME away and i dont know how to get ME back.
Letter from Adult me to Child me
Little bird,
you don't need to cry alone
anymore.
there may never be any
answers.
Tiny flower,
you're beautiful.
Nothing is stolen
that cannot be
regained.
When the nightmares come, when you hear those questions know that you are loved and safe. You did nothing wrong. You are not bad. You did nothing wrong. We dont know why. It doesnt matter any more. You are safe. You are loved. They can't hurt you any more. You're free. Live,love,laugh. You are yours and you are safe.
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