Young Me - Blog Posts
I am sorry I couldn't create a safe place for you.
I am sorry I couldn't be brave enough to let you be you.
I am sorry for all the times I made you say you hate pink (we love it now).
I am sorry for trying too hard sometimes and not trying at all other times.
I am sorry that you had to face all those years alone, without someone to hold you close.
I am sorry for letting you go when I should've held onto you tighter.
I am sorry for thinking that shutting you out will make me feel like I belong somewhere, anywhere.
I am sorry for abandoning you when all you ever had was me.
But now, little one, we are here. You and I, both of us are safe in this space that I have started to call 'heart'.
Cry all you want, I'll hold you. Be fierce, be gentle, be everything that you've wanted to be. I am here and you can be you.
Sweet young child, you're safe in my hands.
And we'll be okay. I love you, and that's all that matters.
To my younger self,
I'm sorry that I couldn't save you. I'm sorry that I didn't stop you from harms. I'm sorry that now you're too broken to be put together
It was never your fault. It was never your fault. It was never your fault. Not your fault. Not your fault. Not your fault. Not your fault
