There is an emotional part of me that is a five year old child .
He dosn't understand sophisticated things , he's five .
I can picture him in my head ..
The thoughts that run through my head about myself, the 5 year old child that is me hears those things.
Why did i tell that child hurtfull and nasty things ?
I now treat him well and tell him nice things that i'd try to imagine any 5 year old would be glad to hear, as he grows up through my life i support and tell him the things i should have been told .
Turns out i'm quite a nice bloke , just had some hard knocks and made some poor decisions .
Learning to be kind to the 5 year old at the heart of all of us was for me the start of a healthy relationship with me and it offerd a way into loving and forgiving those who had been abused and in turn abused ,
Bestwishes, M