I’ve finally come to the point in my recovery where I’m willing to do some active work to repair my relationship with my child selves. I’ve long known they were there—awareness is a great first step—but I didn’t know how to heal any of that up. While my parents were good at providing for our physical well-being and safety, they didn’t have it in them to provide an equal measure of emotional security, and I often felt neglected and abandoned. Food was my go-to safety net.
As an adult, I’ve realized that when I numb out with food over emotional stress, it’s me who’s choosing to abandon my tender selves. In essence, I’m doing what my parents did. And I don’t want to do that. I want to be able to count on myself to be present for myself just as I want to be present for others.
It will take courage and compassion for both the adult in me who’s stressed and the child in me whose old fears get triggered but I’m willing to take that on.
What can your child selves count on you for?