T was right about this phase in therapy; it changes from one moment to the next. I am acutely aware of needs being met by the adult me, and the vulnerability of the child. It's like there are two personalities in my head, and both are connecting with each other in a good way. One cries to be cared for, and the other comforts the best she can. There is pain, and there is strength evolving from one minute to the next.

Draggers explains it very well in his/her reply to Tas.

I can do all of what my mother done for me and much, much more, but the main thing I need for the wee one is to feel love for her. I still struggle with that elusive feeling, and will not settle for any thing less for both of us.


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