Post by purplegrunge on Jul 16, 2016 23:52:15 GMT -8
My inner child is confident and she is not afraid of anyone and she is loved by everybody. The problem is with the adult me. The adult me wants to be like her. Carefree, fearless, happy. But she can't.
I miss being the child I was. It was as if I ruled the world......
Post by RoseNadler on May 10, 2019 18:50:08 GMT -8
On the inner child:
I wonder if L’s period of sickness/depression/sexual withdrawal triggered something in my mind that is an unresolved abandonment issue from childhood? Did my mother or my father withdraw attention from me in a really dramatic way, or for a long period of time - such that it left a mark on me? (Perhaps at the time when my younger brother got very sick and had problems for a long time?)