You are a clever thing. Troubled, young, but clever.
Life has been tough on you from a very young age, I know that. What I didn’t realise is that you always got the brunt of it. We pay so much attention to physical damage and health, but you too have been overwhelmed, overworked and overexposed. For a long time I worked against you and for that I am truly sorry. It’s almost like I didn’t realise that you were really part of me, as strange as that sounds. More recently, I made sense of why you do what you do.
I learnt that you’re not a nuisance, you’re not punishing me, you’re not trying to make things difficult for me. In fact, you are my protector. You are working, daily, to protect me from harm. I can’t blame you for it, now that I understand why. It all makes sense and I can completely understand why you do what you do. You have every right to be over protective or on high alert. But it’s ok now, you can let go. Whilst I understand your need to protect the rest of my being, there really is no need to worry now. It’s all over, there is no need to work so hard.
When you think of the term ‘mentally ill’ there are so many connotations and stigmas attached but actually, I can fully understand why you became unwell. It’s like anything, when you spend so long fighting something or processing so much information, you burn out. You simply had too much on your plate.
But the bottom line here is that it’s like when you use a muscle. When you use a muscle lots it hurts, it feels weak, but in the long run it becomes stronger. Now, you are stronger.
It’s time for us to work together.
Come on, we have the rest of a life to lead.