Hi Sarah,

I'd like to take just one step farther with this idea we are sharing, and then rest from the effort!

When I was in a bereavement depression, constantly revisiting the childhood times of not bonding and being constantly subjected to anger and fear, I had a sudden picture of a little boy at the end of the garden, frightened and alone.

I thought - who is going to help that little boy, who is going to do it? Who can go there?

Then I realised that there was only one person who could go back and comfort that little boy. It was me. I had to go back and cherish that little person inside me, and take care of him.

That was the beginning of my recovery.

Phew!!

Cheers, M