I feel so sorry for myself at things I went through in my childhood, teen years and early adulthood.
I wish I could go and visit my younger self, give her a hug and tell her some truths. Tell her that it’s not her fault that she feels how she feels, that she’s dealing with way more than she should have to, and that she’s doing incredibly well in really difficult circumstances.
Maybe it’s just getting older, or the psychotherapy is working! But I really feel suddenly so …maternal? towards my former self.