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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 657053" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>And that was no accident.</p><p></p><p>The nightmares are giving you what you need to heal. Yay!!! You were meant to be whole and healthy and strong, SWOT.</p><p></p><p>She isn't real anymore. There is only the poison, now.</p><p></p><p>Drink it up.</p><p></p><p>Survive it.</p><p></p><p>Snip.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Well, what would that have looked like. If, every time you were hurt, you had been well-mothered instead...how would that feel, looking back on that, today.</p><p></p><p>That is what I mean when I say we need to re-mother ourselves. We need to see where they hurt us. Why doesn't matter. And then, we need to cherish and befriend and stand for that little girl, or that young woman, or that new mom.</p><p></p><p>Cherished, SWOT. That is how we would feel.</p><p></p><p>We were hated, instead. So...what kind of mother does that? The kind you may choose not to believe in, if you like. Any time you like, you can choose not to believe her, and not to believe in her.</p><p></p><p>Snip.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Cherish. That is the word we are looking for, here. You merited cherishing, SWOT. Remember the thread? "Hey, baby. I've waited so long to learn who and how you would be. Welcome to our beautiful life! There will be the sun, and rainy days, and oonlight and stars and your father's face and ~ oh so many things to show you."</p><p></p><p>I added some stuff.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>When they hurt us it was absolutely on purpose. Unless there are some of us who accidentally repeatedly abuse our own babies all their lives and somehow, manage to believe that was nothing more than a string of oops moments. </p><p></p><p>They have no clue how it eats at us because they are the only real thing in their worlds.</p><p></p><p>We were their possessions. </p><p></p><p>Mirrors, for grandiosity.</p><p></p><p>Looks like I know everything again, today.</p><p></p><p>Hmmm....</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 657053, member: 17461"] And that was no accident. The nightmares are giving you what you need to heal. Yay!!! You were meant to be whole and healthy and strong, SWOT. She isn't real anymore. There is only the poison, now. Drink it up. Survive it. Snip. Well, what would that have looked like. If, every time you were hurt, you had been well-mothered instead...how would that feel, looking back on that, today. That is what I mean when I say we need to re-mother ourselves. We need to see where they hurt us. Why doesn't matter. And then, we need to cherish and befriend and stand for that little girl, or that young woman, or that new mom. Cherished, SWOT. That is how we would feel. We were hated, instead. So...what kind of mother does that? The kind you may choose not to believe in, if you like. Any time you like, you can choose not to believe her, and not to believe in her. Snip. Cherish. That is the word we are looking for, here. You merited cherishing, SWOT. Remember the thread? "Hey, baby. I've waited so long to learn who and how you would be. Welcome to our beautiful life! There will be the sun, and rainy days, and oonlight and stars and your father's face and ~ oh so many things to show you." I added some stuff. When they hurt us it was absolutely on purpose. Unless there are some of us who accidentally repeatedly abuse our own babies all their lives and somehow, manage to believe that was nothing more than a string of oops moments. They have no clue how it eats at us because they are the only real thing in their worlds. We were their possessions. Mirrors, for grandiosity. Looks like I know everything again, today. Hmmm.... :O) Cedar [/QUOTE]
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