Dear Adult Child of an Alcoholic,
Come sit beside me and rest your weary heart.
Gather all of your brothers and sisters who have had their tender hearts beaten by the earth beings who were intended to support your growth spiritually, intellectually and physically.
Open your hearts dear one and heed the vibrations of these words. Allow, allow, allow them to penetrate through the deep layers of scars that have left you feeling separate and alien even unto your own Self.
I know, I know, I know how hard your life has been.
I know, I know, I know how often you have tried to please them.
I know, I know, I know how good you are inside. I see it, I feel it--you dear one are a tired soul.
You could have never known that the people who were supposed to nurture you--were ill themselves--and detached from their own divine magnificence.
It is not your fault that the beings who were supposed to adore you, shelter you, protect you, and feed your soul were beings who were starved...