How do you heal and accept your inner child, when you’re never going to be that girl again?
When that child that had happiness and love for everything around her was devoured and left behind far too early?
When who you are now is the antithesis of everything she wanted and believed?
How do you look at that little girl, with her family’s love and pride, and tell her that it won’t be long before she loses it all?
Before she’s spent what should be her childhood already wrong. Broken.
How do you reconcile with that little girl, who you both hated and loved being so violently?
What does it take to look at the roughest, most unpolished parts of yourself that are already bruised, and say to her, “It doesn’t get better. I’m sorry. There isn’t anything we can do.”
What do you do when she looks at you, and all she can say is, “Who are you?”