“I don’t care. Everywhere I go, I seem to break things. And the more I try to fix them, the more I make it worse.”
“Because you cant fix other people until you’ve fixed yourself.”
“But I can’t be fixed because i’m crazy.”
“You’re not crazy. Now I want you to tell me what you don’t like about yourself but be honest with me.”
“I’m fat. I’m ugly. And I ruin things.”
“I want you to imagine the ten year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl who first believed that she was fat and ugly and an embarrassment. I want you to imagine her sitting there right now. What do you want to say to that little girl? If she said to you thats how she felt about herself, what would you tell her?”
“That she’s fine. That she’s perfect.”
“That’s what you need to tell yourself. You need to tell yourself that everything is going to be okay.”
I came across this reading just now and it absolutely broke me to tears. I’m not feeling great and there are so many things swirling around my mind. These words are just perfect. I’m sorry for not trying.
Somehow the bruises changed my plan. And there’s a silent storm inside me, looking for a home. I hope that someone is going to find me and say that I belong. I’ll wait forever and a lifetime, to find I’m not alone. There’s a silent storm inside me, and someday i’ll be calm.