waterfall through the framing of tree leaves and branches


May 11, 2021


This idea to write about the inner child and her superpowers. I can’t seem to do it. I can’t access it. What were her superpowers? Did she have any? Other than to do what she was told, which sometimes made other people happy? Did that make her feel good? It was validating, certainly, in an external kind of a way. But it sure doesn’t seem like a superpower.


This little girl, ultimately, was powerless. Most of the time, she couldn’t even escape. Who was she, before she began to shrink? Who was she, before she learned how to disappear? What did she have to offer that validated her from within?


My brain can’t remember this.



Thematically linked with . . .

Lady Like

Shape Shifting and the Highly Sensitive Person’s Distorted Mirrors

When High Sensitivity Meets Insecure Attachment (external link)