Dear 5-year-old me, In thirty years you will wonder how you could have done things differently. You are only five now, but you will be plagued with the weight of what he has done to you, how he has made you feel sexy even though you aren’t quite sure what that word means, yet. In ten years you will hate yourself because of what he is doing to you now at night between sheets that have become a coffin.
Dear 10-year-old Shai, Hi. 🙂 Wipe your tears. It’s not your fault. It never was. 25 years from now, you will see things much differently. Believe it or not, mom is right about a lot of things concerning you. I was going to write you an eloquent letter with paragraphs, but at this stage in the game, you probably need numbered points for easy reference. I love you so much. Please take my words to heart.
Dear hurting child, I remember your first two decades vividly; I experience them even now. You feel such deep sadness and outrageous anger, and you don’t know what to do with those feelings because the person who evokes them is too big for you to yell at or kick or do all those things you imagine yourself doing. So you’ve gotten good at distancing yourself from him, and from others who want to be near you because it’s too much work being happy for them all the time.