Why is it so hard
to do it?
Because we don’t want to accept
the fact — that hurts.
We juggle with it.
We make things up.
We mock it.
We drown it out.
Anything — just not to face it.
The stories in our Hearts don’t leave us
because we haven’t lived through them as adults.
We lived them as children who
put on many masks to cover their wounds.
We lived them as children who
would rather blame themselves than their loved ones.
We lived them as children who
created mechanisms just to survive.
Dismissing ourselves
means not allowing ourselves to feel the pain.
“Ha! Makes sense!
That’s exactly why
I’m not going back to it!”
Dismissing ourselves
means not allowing ourselves to feel the pain.
But right behind that pain…
You are there.
Standing with your wound.
Torn.
Betrayed.
Unloved.
Unseen.
You couldn’t feel that pain
as a child.
For one reason only…
You were just a child.
You couldn’t have done anything differently.
“That’s just how it was.”
But today, you can.
Today, as an adult
you can go inward to meet yourself.
To that little boy.
To that little girl.
Today, you’re able to enter that space
and look.
Take a deep breath and,
for the first time, see it from a distance.
See yourself.
In all of it.
Your emotions.
Your losses.
And… agree to it.
“That’s how it was.”
“I couldn’t do anything.”
But today I can.
Today I can step into that space,
and as an adult who SEES,
HOLD that little boy,
EMBRACE that little girl,
and maybe…
take that seen Child in my arms.
Letting yourself see the Pain
is the doorway to ACKNOWLEDGING it.
What is Acknowledged – doesn’t scream.
What is Honored – doesn’t scratch.
That Inner Child is us.
It’s about us.
It’s about the beliefs we deeply took in
that still hurt us today.
“I’m not worthy of love”
It’s about the sentences we carry
and repeat within ourselves.
“I have to earn love”
It’s about our wounds.
And with those, it’s hard to build
something new,
something beautiful,
something different.
That’s why I need to see the Pain.
So I can HONOR it.
So I can see
that part of me
without the masks.
So I can embrace that Child,
the one who’s been waiting
for so many years.
So I can say to them:
“You don’t have to wait anymore.
Today, I’ll take care of you.
As best as I can.”
So I can tell them:
“You are worthy of everything.”
So I can love them so deeply…
because only I
can fill those empty spaces now
– with my love.
And no, it’s not about my mother
not loving me
or my father locking me in the attic…
Even though I know such stories exist.
It’s about my wounds,
my lack,
which, as a conscious adult,
I must learn to fill myself.
(and often we demand this from our partners)
How do I fill the emptiness?
The hole of needs we all have?
With love that brings understanding
after which I can let go.
With love that brings kindness
through which I become gentler to myself.
With love that helps me choose
to hug myself.
Every time once more.
“Because from today on,
I’ll take care of you.”
– I said, and I never abandoned myself again.
