This morning I cried.
I cried for the me who hasn’t been heard.
For the me who has been taken advantage of.
For the me who is in pain.
Physical and Emotional.
For the little me who needed a mom.
For the teen me who needed a mom.
For the pregnant me who needed a mom.
For the current me who needs a mom.
Because I didn’t have that.
I had abuse and violence.
Neglect and shame.
I was put down and reminded I was not wanted.
That I lacked in all areas.
I was never any good.
I cried for the me who was good, who is good.
Who was and is enough.
Who is full of love and wants to share that love.
For the me who just wants to laugh and smile.
For the me who needs to be hugged and told it’s gonna be ok.
For every age of me that still needs that, it is ok to need these things. To need love and attention and affection. Friends and a partner, a best friend or two or more. People who will listen and love you the way you need.
And it is ok to ask for things you need, for help and other things as well.
To be vulnerable.
To let people in.
To let them see you aren’t carved from stone.
Today, I told all the parts of me I love them and I said Fuck you to all of those people who didn’t love me or treat me the way I deserve to be treated.
They don’t get access to me.
Love,
T
