Too many walls built up inside of me to get to the deep rooted bs in my mind. Too many hurts. Too many old tapes that run through my mind and tell me over and over what a piece of garbage I am. It doesn't matter how far I have come or how well I am doing now...instead...it just keeps playing in my mind over and over what a horrible, ugly, sinner I am. No one should love such a soul! It is so damaged.

If these walls could speak...if they could open up just once and touch down deep...they would tell of how the inner child in me is frightened and scared. And it isn't about being an adult who seemingly looks together and has things going for her...NO. If these walls could speak...they would tell a tale of sadness. They would cry out for love and affection. They would seek parental love.

Time line is still ticking.
And if these walls really could speak....they would ask to be sheltered just for a little while till the storm passes.