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Hug Your Inner Child
Some pain never seems to lessen, or go away. The sense of separateness, of being flawed beyond repair. A sadness of spirit that is a constant companion. A need for love that doesn't seem to ever be fulfilled.
I struggle with these things every day of my life. I am tired of the struggle. Tired of feeling this way. Tired of feeling sad, feeling that no matter how much I want to change, I am not equipped with the knowledge or skill of how to get from where I am, to where I want to be.
You know what keeps me going? Knowing that I am not alone, that there are others out here, who struggle as I do. Knowing that despite their sadness, fears, despite all the issues they have, they keep hanging in there, not givng up, not letting their private demons get them into an early grave.
I have done so much thinking lately about the child within.
There are many things that I understand from a psychological point of view, as an adult, and yet I 'feel' differently about. Things my mind 'knows', but things my emotions don't believe. Which is the true view? These feelings and beliefs are an integral part of me. They can't both be correct.
For lack of a better term , there is a duality within us. When you talk to yourself, "who" are you talking to? What part of you feels confident in some situations, and completely at a loss, in others? As we develop emotionally, throughout the different stages in our lives, as we learn from experiences and change, what happens to that person we were before? Do all these things integrate into who we are now, who we are 'becoming'? What happens to the aspects of who we were before?
Do you understand what I am trying to get at? Are we, in fact a composite of layers of personality and experience? And if so, which is the real person? Which is valid?
What about the child within? All our early perceptions, beliefs, experiences, are filtered through the eyes of our inner child. When this child has seen life unfold before them that is violent, horrendous, truly of nightmare proportions and it lasts not a day here and there, but week after week, month after month, year after year, what do you think happens to the beliefs of that child? The hopes, the dreams? If the child proceeds from a false view of life, and of what 'love' is, what happens by the time they reach adulthood? Just how far off the mark do you think that person will be by the time they are reach the age of Forty?
For me, this is I think, where my deepest problems reside, within the child I was. The child who is still inside. The child that stays hidden. The same one who used to run into her bedroom when company would come to visit. The child who had to be coaxed out of her room.
This little girl was basically neglected, was abused, emotionally tortured and abandoned by the violent acts of a person who was supposed to be her protector. She was a witness to seeing her mother and siblings treated the same way, and with varying degrees of violence and abuse. This is a little girl who, with her siblings, used to try to figure out ways we could kill our father. That is something that I have never admitted before, to anyone outside of my mother and other siblings. However, before you consider me a sick and twisted person, please realize that as a child, the solution was to tickle our father to death. :) I smile because of the innocence of the mind of that child then. As with my siblings, we wanted the bad things to stop, but we wanted our father to be happy, to laugh. How sad is that? How confusing? I can't even fathom at this point in my life, how I felt then. From this adult perspective, I have my perception of how it seems I felt, but that is looking backwards in time.
That little girl never got much credit, for anything. She grew up feeling terrified, unloved, ugly, guilty, shamed, alienated, alone, empty.
Feeling everything but what she should have felt, had to have felt. Anger and rage.
The fact that even from a child's point of view, I wanted my father to die, wanted to kill him, indicates an enormous amount of rage and anger.
I have always feared anger. It is not a good thing, to be angry. Dangerous acts are done our of anger. For me anger and violence went hand in hand. They were inseparable, then.
I have realized, just since beginning to write this, that in a sense, I have neglected that little girl that I was. Never letting her give voice to the anger, the rage, the feelings of hatred she had. Never letting her grow beyond a certain experience in life. She has been stuck back there, in time, waiting to be seen, to be acknowledged, to know that it was okay to be angry, to be enraged at the terrible wrongness of what happened to her and her family.
I realized just recently that she was a courageous little girl, to stand up to her father who was in his 30's, and his parents, who were in their 50's, when she was 10 years old, and speak a truth that had been too long silent.
Finally perhaps, she will come out and play, from time to time!
14:03 5/14/2006
Comments (13)
NightmareHero
Passiveness can make you achieve happiness and contentment; silence is wisdom.
Marsille
I understand.. I love you, today as you are, with all your flaws..
FallenAngelLPN
Oh...Leanne...you have spoken the truth for me also...but, you know me,my writing and you know that...THANK YOU!
blacq_nyght_vampyre
Very poignant..........excellent example of what most feel but can't say.
Richardphotos
a very heavy message Leann and straight from your heart
embou
Excellant from your heart. Love does make the world go round.
shortgrey
Why being scared and why being a refugee to oneself, in spite of its tremendous will facing our world our heart gets so much illusion winding up collapsing to never get into consciousness again, i had a dream some days ago, it consisted of Light,Essence of Life; and eversince then, that part of me who believes, my innocence, my child within,keeps me goin' on to higher sky, where the birds sing, where the Sun shines, nevermind the clouds, what matters is that they never enter our heart but parting at its vicinity......
WahlCat
Amen to everything you've said here, Leanndra! You speak truthfully for the longings of all our inner children. I know that i too hunger for the inner child's sense of safety, simplicity, and happiness; so different from the turmoil, sadness, and bitter cynicism I often feel. BRAVO!!!
Druidstorm
Leanndra your inner child will always be with you use her to dream good dreams my friend, she deserves that. As long as I have know you you have spoken the truth about your feelings, so i will speak the truth to you "Use the anger inside to destroy your rage you deserve to have peace girl!" "What happened was never your doing!" You know what happened in my case, and at times I blame myself! Yet i know I couldn't do shit to stop it at the time! Just remember I may be silent but will always lend a ear to your tears and smiles! Take care your friend Druid!!!...:))
artice
POWERFULL ARE THE EMOTION IN THE INNER CHILD..VERY WELL WRITTEN..AND WE ALL HAVE ONE..YOUR ALWAYS IN MY PRAYERS ..YOUR A VERY TENDER HEARTED LADY..ALWAYS..K
TallPockets
A most wonderful written work, Miss Leanndra. First, my apologies on behalf of all decent 'men' who do not treat women and children as such. And, shame on our society and men who allow it to continue. Silence, in that instance, is anything but golden. I've worked with domestic abuse shelters in past years. Not a pretty sight. Our legal system doesn't usually give needed help as required. We, the public, 'say' we value life. Yeah, right. We bitch when gas goes up 10c a gallon yet turn blind eyes to women and kids being beaten and abused. Like an ostrich in the sand. I guess my time and life experiences in this area have given me two viewpoints: (1) Everyone should contact their inner child and make PEACE with it at some point in their lifetime. It's a MUST do. In order to LIVE life. (2) I also feel that once one has realized why they're like they are that ignorance can no longer be used as an excuse. Or, to repeat a line in the Don Henley/Eagles song, GET OVER IT .... "I'd like to find my inner child and kick it's little ass". I think, dear soul, that at some point in life, everyone must decide that each is worth fighting for to preserve themselves. Literally or physically if/when needed. If you're not up to the task, seek help from someone who can and will help. I always say that if anyone was walking out of a Wal-Mart store and someone ran up to them and beat the crap outta' them, they'd be arrested for 'felonious assault' and do REAL jail time. Which makes me still ask WHY we, the public, ALLOW this to happen to women and children by a 'man'(?) with virtually NO punishments. FOR SHAME, AMERICA. FOR SHAME. TallPockets/brian. LEANNDRA: Every time you or someone in your shoes continues to think you can never get better it just reinforces what the jerk male has said, "You are worthless". In my mind, you then allow the JERK to WIN. From my perspective and experiences in this area, when I've seen ladies decide they will not let that happen, the ladies most usually do much, much better. I strongly encourage you to NOT give power to those who have hurt you in the past any longer, dear lady. You are WORTHY of being on this planet. MUCH more than the JERK that beat you. Understand? My best, kind soul. May PEACE fill the rest of your days. TallPockets/brian.
meico
I can well understand TP's haste to distance himself from such behaviour. I'm tempted myself: my late mother always said that "Gentleman is two words - be always gentle with women and children, and a man amongst men". Certainly I've lived by that ... but I suspect that men in general collude on night's out with the boys, laughing at what are not really funny jokes about wives, back-slapping dangerously drunk friends etc. But it is truly cathartic to let it out in whatever form it takes. I understand only too well the courage that takes and the difficulties in finding just the right words to trigger your relief and, as important, mean for other people. A bit late, but I can only offer a hug. Mike
bukbanzi
Everything you said is wonderfull...Thankyou...