Facing My Ghost

Unexpectedly, I found myself sitting across from the ghost of my childhood.

I can’t tell you the times I have thought, and rethought, how I imagined it would feel to be able to go back and tell that little version of me  “it’s not your fault” or “you are not to blame”.

Or most importantly,

“You are not what someone else did to you.”

I can’t begin to tell you the times I’ve imagined that conversation.  Or convinced myself that I have done that, had that talk, by making all of the strides I’ve made in my life since that child first felt fear.

None of those imaginings could compare to the reality I lived recently.

When I sat across from a child.  A child who voiced the things I never could.

And I said.

“It’s not your fault”.

“You are not to blame”.

And most importantly.

“You are not what someone else did to you.”

That child looked back at me.

And I saw

The ghost of me


And softly say

Thank you for setting me free.



Across From Myself