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Originally Posted by Amyjay
i don't know if I am reading your posts right or if I am talking about the same thing but for me the mother wound is he very worst. It is far worse than any of the other abuse. To be so little and so vulnerable and so dependent on an adult who hurts or watches hurt or does nothing is the most alone feeling in the entire world. That sense of not having a single person to help or depend on, a single person who loves you, in a world where there is so much hurt and anger and violence and pain at every turn is ... I don't really know a word for it.
For me it is life. That is life. That is my life. This is what I truly at the core and heart of me know.
A world where people can be trusted to not harm, or trusted to be kind, or trusted to help?
I don't know that world.
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Yes. That is what I'm talking about. The real one. The wound that laid the course for all the other ones. It's the wound that makes you feel unworthy, unlovable, needy, whinny, the list goes on.
It is the core and beginning of many bad choices that I didn't think I had a choice of because that is who I thought and believed I was. Of no consequence. I didn't matter.
I think I want to doty myself on saying that. It's hasn't been long that I've really known that. Really known the words and what they meant to and towards me.
It IS the mother core of all wounds.
In realizing it, maybe there is healing in that. Maybe?