Maybe my biggest hope i guess
Peekaboo............ oh, that used to be so much fun, you know? The excitement and the rush of energy through me.
It's one of those childhood games with such happy, sunny memories attached.
And even today, I still play peekaboo sometimes-just by myself-but it's not as exciting. It doesn't give me that eenrgetic boost that birngs out my happiest self anymore.
Now, I'm searching for any little glimpse of who I used to be, but it feels like those happy memories are hard to find and feel. They seem to come back on the rainiest days, bringing a smile even when there's blue and black clouds all around.
Aww, I wish peekaboo could still make me feel that way from when I was littel. I'm knd of desperate and yearning for those times-maybe even grieving a bit because it feels like I need to see myself again.
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I think my guess is, if we weren't allowed to be ourselves when we were growing up and shame overshadowed acceptance, maybe we carry this feeling into adulthood. When we never really got to show who we truly are, it's hard to understand ourselves. We end up feeling hurt, lost, like ghosts.
Finding our way back to being authentic is a personal journey. Maybe try looking deeper inside yourself, journaling, drawing, or painting. Joining an arts community or a group that focuses on mental health through the creaitve arts could help too. I've been part of both as someone who participates and facilitates groups. Starting this self-discovery can be quite an adventure