Most of us have things in our past we wish had never happened. Places we’d like to return to; clocks we’d like to rewind.
If you could go back…
and if you could tell yourself one thing – what would you say?
Work harder? Play more?
Give her another chance. Don’t accept that lift.
Keep your mouth shut. Tell him you love him.
….
I asked some friends. And here’s what they said:
“I would go back to age 10 and tell myself that I am worthy, even if my Mum did not think so.”
“Age 12 – I’d say you don’t have to pretend you don’t have feelings just because your family do.”
“I would say it’s not your fault your parents got divorced.”
“I would go back to 4/5 and tell myself not to eat cake and get fat.”
“I would go back to aged 13 and stop myself being sexually abused.”
“I would go back to when I was 15 and allow myself to mourn the death of my father and say that it is OK to grieve.”
“I would go back to aged 17 and tell myself that my mum did not mean to abandon me but that she was having to deal with the death of her husband.”
“Hurting yourself won’t change anything.”
“You need to rest.”
“I would say that you can’t get better by yourself and that you will find people who understand.”
“I would go back to age 13. I would tell myself to stand up to the bullies, to stand up to my dad, and to tell myself that God loves you.”
What would you say?
I might just hug my former, teenaged self. Heaven knows she needed it.
I think I’d do the same.
blimey. I think I’d just want to give my kidhood self a hug, and tell her it’s not her fault, again and again and again, until she maybe sorta kinda began to believe it…
I would tell myself that it’s okay not to be perfect – that through Jesus, God loves me just as I am.