Thinking in my thoughts, talking to my parts, in mindful awareness of my PTSD.
I take my hand to my heart...
To my inner child,
Hello part of me. I hear you. I'm sorry you're feeling sad, I'm sorry you're feeling lost but I'm making a tuna sandwich right now and I understand that you are in pain and that you are suffering but I cannot concentrate on my food. I want to give the space for you to be seen and heard but I think that now isn't the time to discuss this and I can't tell you what you need to hear, the answer to your question....how do I fix your suffering? Maybe there isn't a way, maybe we just hold each other here, in my place in the kitchen, in your place in the past and we can be here and we take a moment to acknowledge that whatever it is your suffering from, that it's okay to feel what your feeling.
And so lets try and enjoy this sandwich together?
All my love, from my manager...
And I sit here in fear of this post today, because my mind is open to be witnessed now, and I am willing to be seen and seen I am.
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