I did want to share something that I have written though. I've been doing a lot of work on trying to not be so mean and judgemental to my "little girl" (inner child). So I decided to write her a letter:
(Let me set the scene a little here... my little girl is about 5 years old or so, and has been locked in a closet in me for quite sometime with duct tape over her mouth to keep her quiet. Lately, her only companion has been Grief, because they both get sad a lot)
Knock knock knock…
(no answer)…
KNOCK KNOCK
Who is it? (muffled by duct tape over mouth)
It’s me.
What do you want? (still muffled)
Can I come in?
Uh, you’re the one with the keys (again, still muffled)
Oh, yeah… (unlocks 2 deadbolts, 3 padlocks, 6 chains, turns on light and gently removes duct tape from child’s mouth)… you okay?
(Opens mouth really wide and rubs duct tape residue on face) What’s going on?
I want you to come out and talk to me.
…(no answer)…
Will you please come out and talk to me?
…can I pee first? I’ve been holding it for a while… and I could use a snack…
Sure, sure, the bladder is down over there to the right, and the stomach, well you’ll pass it on the way to the bathroom. Grab whatever you like… (waiting)…
(returns, still chewing, talking with mouth full…) so, why are you being nice to me all the sudden?
Well, we need to talk about a few things.
Uh-oh… what’d I do? I was in the closet the whole time! I promise! Ask Grief, he was there with me, being all sad and stuff…
I know, I know… shhh, it’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong.
…(waiting for shoe to drop)…
Just listen for a minute. I want to tell you a few things and then you will have a chance to respond… (clears throat)
• I’m sorry I locked you in the closet for so long.
• I promise I will never use duct tape on you again.
• And I promise I won’t lock you in a dark closet all by yourself again either.
• Even though I said you were stupid, I really don’t think you are; I just get frustrated because your memories make me really sad and I don’t know how to keep us safe and be sad at the same time.
• I don’t really want to get rid of you. Honestly, I’ve never told anyone this before, but I kinda like you. You’re really silly and I think you’re kinda funny. I want to help you grow up so you can be a more functional part of me and we can work together.
• I’m trying to be brave, but I have to be honest with you. I’m scared of what’s going to happen these next few months. I can’t guarantee that I will always be nice and respectful toward you- I will probably make a few mistakes. But I want you to know that I am working very hard to try and take care of us better than mom did.
She sure did a pretty crappy job raising us…
Yes, she sure did. Hang on though, I’m almost finished…
• I want you to know that I’m sorry I’ve spent such a long time ignoring you, but I’m here now, and I’m going to try and listen to you. There will be times that you have to let me take care of things, like at work, but just because I have to be in charge for a while, it doesn’t meant that I am going to forget about you. While I’m at work and school, I want you to find a comfortable place where you can rest and enjoy the view. You can pick any spot you’d like and decorate however you want to. Just make sure you have plenty of blankets and pillows and plenty of stuff to do. If you need any help, or any ideas, just let me know, okay?
…(no response)…
Okay?
…(slight, distant rustling)…
Hello?
Hey, I could use a hand over here… this box is heavy…Man, look at this stuff. I sure could use a new blanket… and a few new pillows… and a coloring book with some crayons… oooooo and a TV. Can I have a TV?