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unwelcome-ozian · 3 months
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w3bkinz-t0yb0x · 1 year
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i love g3 ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊
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ineedibuprofen · 9 months
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cigarette daydreams, cage the elephant // pinterest //@obsob // little women // girlhood, cecily parks // @deanwinchestersfloralwallpaper // // anti-curse, boygenius
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starryvomit · 1 month
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conscious-love · 9 months
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Love liberates — relational challenges shine a light on where we are not yet liberated.
Mark Groves
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antu-artt · 1 year
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Do I feel affection for them?
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Does anyone else has ever felt like this before?
Lately I'm having this difficult situations with my parents, which make myself to cry until fall asleep because unfair things happen. But I think this will be a topic for another time.
Right now, due to a conversation with my mother, I'm more aware that I don't show much love to them. And when I do, I realized that one of my love languages is giving gifts. Which I don't usually do because currently I'm not earning money.
Another love language I have are words of affirmation. Which, also, is difficult for me to say them. Even to my friends, to whom I just text. I know this is because, in general, it's complicated for me to show love, again. To demonstrate my feelings (you know, childhood wounds). But I make an effort for them, however not for my parents.
And THERE is the problem. It's like I can't, I just can't say to them: "I love you". Or just a simple: "How are you?". It's so fucking hard to bring those words out of me.
And I think one of the reasons why is so hard is because I feel resentment towards them. I can't help it. I have been working on that, but I think there'll be a long path yet. The patterns still repeating and it won't change because my parents are just them. I frecuently feel hurt again and again, even when I do know I can't expect anything else from them.
So my feelings towards them are so fucking frustrating. I think I do. I do feel affection for them. I mean, they are my parents. I know they have done a lot for me. But the way I am plus the resentment I keep on them make hard for me to feel or demonstrate affection.
So that's it. I made this fast illustration, very different to what I'm used to doing, because I needed to clear the mind. Not just with a drawing, but with words too.
Tell me if you also had a difficult relationship with your parents and if maybe could relate to the illustration or my thoughts.
Sending you a big hug 🫂💞 and wonderful vibes for the rest of the week 💖.
𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐮 ♥︎
IG: @antu_artt
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I have often got too attached to people in life who can be seen as “parental figures” after losing caregivers in life. I realise this probably hasn’t been fair on them but also on some level for me too as I have usually ended up hurt and then they also leave after promising they wouldn’t. 💭
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poison-uwu · 1 year
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Going on another mini road trip to get more og Barbie movies cause how else am I gonna heal my childhood wounds <333
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the-healing-mindset · 2 years
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If you heard this a lot while growing up, it’s very likely that you now or at some point have felt lost in your adulthood. The fact that you were forced to be responsible for things that were far beyond your concern as a child is unfair and you don’t have to feel bad for setting boundaries for your growth out of this conditioning.
Source: https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=561485958980888&set=a.244705550658932
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katfreee · 2 years
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6 ways to validate your inner child
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Healing your inner child is difficult. What happened to you as a child was not your fault but it is your responsibility to heal and become a more powerful version of yourself .
These steps have helped me become more aware of what I had no control of as a child & move pass alot of attachment, self blame & inner pain. It is very possible to heal from these traumas when you become aware and put your energy into returning to the true essence of your inner child...with Love
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kellymagovern · 1 year
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wild-words-and-wounds · 10 months
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~Linda Pastan~
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She sits small,
curled in on herself,
back braced on a tree,
gently weeping
She sits broken,
hugging herself,
soul braced with courage,
softly singing
The nearby library,
a refuge,
The grove of trees,
a shelter,
Fifteen minutes of peace
in the books
Fifteen minutes of safety
in the shade
A quarter of an hour
Before she’ll be missed
Enough time for a book and a tree
And a breath of clean, fearless air
I wish I could tell her
She isn’t as small as she looks
I wish I could tell her
She isn’t as broken as she feels
Let me reach through the veil
For a fragment of a moment
Let me be the wind on her cheek
Whispering a glimmer of hope
She doesn’t know I’m here
Always here, looking back at her
Maybe she wouldn’t recognize me
So changed, so different from her
She, the haunting of my past
I, the muttering of her future
“Someday, someone will be proud of me”
Her voice echoing through the years
“Little one, I am proud of you”
I hope she can hear me
I hope I can hear me
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only1lorrie · 1 year
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From Twitter
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Tap 'view on Twitter' to read the rest. Consider the head space you're in and your triggers before reading. I encourage prepping, and after care. If you need it please do it.
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I get scared that every time I get angry with someone or vice versa, that it's the end of us. We're no longer friends. We're done.
I mean I know that they/I probably need sometime to cool off and we'll eventually get over it. But growing up, we never did. We swept it under the rug. And the thing about sweeping things under, is that they pile up.
I get so scared and I'm transported back to when i was younger and my parents were mad at me and I'd be scared waiting for when they eventually start talking to me again.
It's the silent treatment that kills you. Trying to start a conversation and you see the flat look on their face.
Crushes your spirit.
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