An open letter to my little self
I was looking for writing prompts and everything was about fiction. Then I discovered that maybe I don’t enjoy writing fiction that much and I need to write more about myself.
I want to write for my inner child, the one nobody saw and only I listened to, who went through difficult moments that couldn’t be communicated and now can’t stop talking about that and all the things that distress her.
Although my feelings remind me of an old “favorite” sweater, the one with unrecognizable stains that can’t handle another hole but still “endures a few more wears,” I can’t help but explain how difficult it is for me to continue existing in a world that doesn’t understand. But I don’t want that child to misunderstand me, I know we can handle this and much more.
We have survived many things together, like monsters, grief, loneliness, and wolves in sheep’s clothing. I want to tell her that I fight every day to keep her safe and I would never ignore or despise her. We are like a snake that sinks into the mud to shed its skin and be reborn as a new species, and together we can overcome anything. There are no more monsters, no more wolves, no more loneliness, and it’s time for you to help me build a home, the one we talked so much about. A house with multiple floors and giant windows where anyone passing by can see how happy we are now. It’s safe to go out and bask in the sun, it’s time to have fun and don’t be afraid because you don’t just have me to take care of you and protect you. You can go out and play, you can fly to another world and be whoever you want to be because you will always have a home to come back to and friends to lean on. You bring peace and joy wherever you go, and I can assure you that we have never been more at peace than we are right now. I know we can do it, I know we will succeed.
