Dear inner child,

I am sorry you arrived into the world to a mother who wanted a doll. No wonder you cried, no wonder the abuse has now taught us not to cry.

I am sorry that you were brought up as if you were plastercine (play dough). Being pushed and moulded into someone else's shape and not allowed to find out who you really are and want to be. Talents and gifts battered or stolen....

I know I still fall into the old patterns I was taught from time to time. I am sorry if I do that. We can work together and improve.

I want you to know that I accept you. I love you.