Emotional abuse can be different for different people. For me, it was neglect. My whole childhood was nothing but only neglect. Adulthood isn't easy, yet I'm trying. Last night, my inner child, in my dreams wished me a bad death. I woke up with a panic attack, and when I calmed down, I thought to myself, What did I do her wrong? Or maybe I didn’t grow up to her expectations. I didn’t make all her desires come true. Going to the calm beach, or her favorite, climbing the tall mountains, visiting the lovely park, seeing the shiny bright lights she can’t have enough of them. She can’t have enough of anything. Healing isn’t painless, I wanted to tell her. But she ain’t here. Hoping to see her again. ~ me, myself, and I -@theanxiouslyinkspired