#woundedinnerchild

I thought I might attempt to draw my feelings... my inner garbage, my deamons.... I'm not anything special as far as art goes. I know that. I likely never will be. That's fine. That's not why I draw. I mean... it would be nice if people liked it enough to want to pay me for it... but that's a pipedream and incredibly unlikely. I'm not sure what to do with this tbh... It was my attempt at doing my own shadow work. I'll probably be doing more of this kind of thing. Shadow work is necessary. I am a visual person, I need to see things in order for them to make sense. This is my start. #figuredrawing #innerchildhealing #innerchild #woundedinnerchild #shadowwork #visulization #artist #arttherapy #ihaveanxiety #ihaveadhd #ihaveptsd #ihaveptsditdoesnothaveme #iamstronger #weallstartsomewhere #selftaughtartist #itsallgutinstinct #healingart https://www.instagram.com/p/CU9X7OpLIj5/?utm_medium=tumblr

As humans we are biologically wired for connection and community. This post focuses on those unhealthy, harmful, or codependent relationships. For me, these thoughts actually stemmed from it being National Pug Day 😂 While our pug was the family dog, he was really MY dog. We had a connection unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. He’d climb into my lap when I started crying, pushed homework off the bed when I hit burn out—it was like he could read my mind. When I moved out I wasn’t allowed to take him with me and not having him around sent me into another bout with depression. I was thinking (and crying) about how much I miss him—even though he’s not far away and I could visit him. (But it’s not the same.) And a thought occurred to me: What about him do I miss so much that it’s reopening this wound? That I’m sobbing at 9am looking at his pictures? Then that got me thinking about how sometimes we miss old relationships (with people usually) or relationships that could’ve/should’ve/would’ve been and we seek that dynamic out in other people. For the longest time I looked for a mother figure in other people. And then I learned that I could be my own parent because what I wanted was someone to love me and support me unconditionally. So I decided to love myself and support myself unconditionally. I guess in a lot of ways I miss my dog because he could read my mind and I felt understood. And right now I’ve been having a really hard time communicating and speaking my mind. I just want someone to look at me and just GET IT and know exactly what I need. But I know I can do that for myself. With time and patience, and some introspection, I’ll be able to understand myself a little bit better. Instead of feeling frustrated I can’t articulate to even myself, I will examine myself with ease. . . . #reparenting #innerchild #innerchildwork #innerchildhealing #woundedinnerchild #innerchildhealingcoach #innerchildcoach #childhoodabuse #emotionalabuse #mentalabuse #abuserecoverycoach #selfhealing #selfhealers #healingjourney #healingmission #generationaltrauma #cyclebreakers #traumarecovery #motherwound #mentalhealthmatters #codependency #relationalhealing https://www.instagram.com/p/CGYOY6BDyMI/?igshid=1i822qn7lf23v

Anyone else relate? Growing up, it really sucked hearing all my friends say how their mom was their best friend. It pained me that the one person who was supposed to love me unconditionally and be there for me, wasn’t. I remember being so mad about it as a kid. And now sometimes I get mad that I have to reparent myself now, at (almost) 25 years old. It’s frustrating that my parents couldn’t do the one thing I needed them to do as parents: help me feel loved and supported. And it’s frustrating that I feel like I’m playing catch up to simultaneously heal my wounds and cultivate self love and compassion. Of course, I’m so grateful for my journey, for healing, for getting in touch with my true self. But goddammit it’s frustrating sometimes. Weird analogy ahead but bear with me: my 11-year old dog has to wear a muzzle on walks because she’s been attacked by other dogs many times and whenever she hears or smells a dog she immediately gets very defensive. It sucks watching people steer clear of her. And it sucks even more when we’re still accosted by off leash dogs and she starts lunging and barking to protect us. I want to scream “it’s because of dogs like yours that mine has to wear a muzzle!” She’s the sweetest and most gentle dog around people. But in being a responsible dog owner, I have to take an extra step in retraining her, in protecting my, her, and other dogs’ safety while other owners let their dogs do whatever the heck they want and take no responsibility when their dog attacks mine. And that same frustration is how I feel about myself and my healing. My mom isn’t taking accountability, she isn’t healing, she isn’t changing. So it feels like I have to heal for the both of us. It’s exhausting. But I know this is the only way to break the cycle, to end the generational trauma. It ends with me. . #reparenting #innerchild #innerchildwork #innerchildhealing #woundedinnerchild #innerchildcoach #innerchildhealingcoach #childhoodabuse #emotionalabuse #mentalabuse #abuserecoverycoach #selfhealing #selfhealers #selfhealingjourney #generationaltrauma #breakingcycles #cyclebreaker #toxicparents #themotherwound #motherwound #motherwoundhealing #traumarecovery https://www.instagram.com/p/CGTHjsdjdP9/?igshid=qn4t9macnimb

My inner child represents joy, creativity, innocence, and curiosity. Growing up in an emotional detached and unsupportive family, and also becoming a parentified child, really disconnected me from discovering what brings me joy. I know I love books, I love reading, I love music and TV. But when I look back, these are things I just used to escape. So what really brings me joy? Honestly, I’m still learning. So how do I honor my inner child? I think about childhood in general, and I see a lot of laughter, a lot of play, a lot of curiosity. I see a willingness to try new things without judgement (have you ever seen a child play an instrument without shame just because it’s fun?). Part of becoming more self-aware and raising my consciousness has been to discover what really brings me joy. I’ve found this in my pets, game nights, video games, and arts & crafts. But sometimes I get so wrapped up in “adulting” that I put joy on the back burner. I’ve noticed that during the weeks I just work, work, work, work I’m miserable. I’m stressed. I’m irritated. I’m pretty much my mother 🙃 But on the weeks I incorporate some fun (playing animal crossing, reading fiction, watching TV) I’m less reactive. I go about my days with a sense of ease. So all of this to say, find little ways throughout your week to add joy and curiosity into your life. (Of course, this list is just a few of the many things you can do. And if you don’t know what brings you joy, that’s okay! Part of the fun about life is trying things out and seeing if they align with you.) . . #innerchild #reparenting #innerchildwork #innerchildhealing #woundedinnerchild #sparkjoy #curiosity #selfcompassion #selflove #selfcare #selfhealing #healing #healingjourney #creativity #childlikewonder #childhood #childlikefaith #motherwound https://www.instagram.com/p/CGGMxMhgnw1/?igshid=zerz04qxji6d

Do you miss your childhood? Wish you were able to go back and re-experienced the best moments of your early life? Maybe you constantly find yourself thinking about days when life was free from worries, adult problems and all of this everyday stress… At times like that, you probably say to yourself, If only time travel were possible…

#Repost @yungtrapstaxxx ・・・ Ugh. 🐕 Why am I like this? 😩😂😂 #ForeverJaded #ElusivePisces #IDontTrustPsychologistSoICouldNever #ButThatsProbablyGoodAdviceForSomeone #lol #iknowafew #woundedinnerchild #hurtpeoplehurtpeople Srsly though please don't fuck up everyone u come in contact with the excuse of some broad cheated a billion years ago or ur mom sucked or ur dad is an asshole. My family sucks too... I've been through hella shit. Not gonna do you dirty because I know what it feels like. I have empathy... I get nothing out of fucking with ppl.