Little is acting out the past few days. Most likely triggered from a family event on Sunday.
I try and keep her quiet so I can manage my adult world because really, who would understand I have a 11 yo girl inside of me longing for nurture and love.
It gets so overwhelming, like now, for me.
She wants to play. She wants to be cuddled. She wants to be read to.
She hurts so badly. Her nights are filled with bad dreams, her waking hours filled with flashbacks and scents of the Monster.
Hell! Pure, unbearable, unbreathable Hell!