Dear T,
Why do I long for you to hear my words. Why do I long for you to hear the screams of the little girl inside of me whose life was shattered by sheer neglect and abuse. Why do I yearn to connect with YOU! You are so much like her. I could never go to mom when I was a little girl. I could never cry to my mom or expect her to soothe me because she was the one hurting me. I had to take care of her. Clean up her vomit after a long night of drinking, wait for days by the window when she would disappear on a drinking and drugging binge, hoping she would walk around the corner safely instead of being dead somewhere. Why does the child in me want from you what I never got from her. Why does the woman in me want so desperately to be understood and valued and feel a sense of significance from you. The woman in me knows that I cannot come to you for those things. You are not with me on my journey. You really don't care if I live or die, and she didn't either. I need you and you are not here because you CHOOSE not to be, I needed her and she CHOSE not to be. What is that supposed to tell me about my worthiness. That I am not worth being heard, that I am not worthy. I have to accept the fact that I lost the only opportunity I ever had to have a mother. That no one else can ever give me what I did not have. I can't expect you to be there. This is my journey and ultimately we are all alone in our journey. That ultimately we can only soothe ourselves. That ultimately none of it feels like it matters anymore.
I have been working incredibly hard on my own, utilizing every tool in my toolbox, but I am getting tired and my defenses are breaking down. I wish I could reach out to you to prevent a crisis.