The hands of neglect

It’s a double edged sword.

Even as a child I knew I had to be an adult to be free.

I had to be strong, responsible, comforting, protective, and attentive, for myself and everyone, as no one was for me.

But the trauma of who I had to be to survive is still ingrained in me.

That same sword trying to run me through.

One end wounded me as a child while trying to survive.

The other end perpetually wounds me as I struggle to escape my childhood learned behaviors that cling to me.

The same strategies I no longer need now that I’m free.

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