A lot of adults have dark roads.
Started from when they were young. The hug they didn’t get. The pain they didn’t learn to manage because mom and/or dad patched mostly all of their wounds and fought mostly all their battles. Travelling through life, hearing “You’re fat.” “You’re slow.” You’re not like us.” “You’re ugly.” “I felt disrespected when he said...” “No one loves me.” “I fell for this person because I needed love. Who knew that he’d (or she’d) be.....” “It’s your job to make me feel like...” “WHY DON’T YOU WANT ME?!” If only we'd learn very early on that these things were our jobs to perform. If only we'd learn to do for self in every way.
Started from when they were young. The hug they didn’t get. The pain they didn’t learn to manage because mom and/or dad patched mostly all of their wounds and fought mostly all their battles. Travelling through life, hearing “You’re fat.” “You’re slow.” You’re not like us.” “You’re ugly.” “I felt disrespected when he said...” “No one loves me.” “I fell for this person because I needed love. Who knew that he’d (or she’d) be.....” “It’s your job to make me feel like...” “WHY DON’T YOU WANT ME?!” If only we'd learn very early on that these things were our jobs to perform. If only we'd learn to do for self in every way.
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