...Ok.
One of my children inside was trapped in terror. He is a little boy that came out to take the most violent things of what we went through. He has been stuck back in that trauma.

I mentally made him a magic igloo.
Nobody can EVER get Toby again in his magic igloo.

Right now, I want you to make yourself a safe place in your mind and imagine yourself there. Or imagine the part of you that is frightened there.

Please do NOT harm yourself. Do not.
You have survived the trauma, I want you to survive the aftermath.

I won't hurt myself. Thanks for caring. Really!!!

It is hard right now. Two bad memories came today.

I hate this. I just want to hide.

Aww...Yeah. New memories. New memories are wretched.

(((SAFE HUGS)))

And with each NEW MEMORY I feel like I am going through a break up. That pain you get when you know the relationship is over.

and I get them over and over about my dad.

It is most difficult to experience the pain. Then again, and again.

Will it ever stop?

Just when I think that I could not possibly remember any more.

BAM my funk begins again.

Hide me.


I love your poem.

Thanks

I don't know if it will end or not. I guess we have to experience/work through all of the Memories. Last week I had the worst memory yet. It is still running through my mind. It hurts.

stay strong and don't forget how far you have come. i think we all have days like this.

thank you

rich

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