Will Exploring My Inner Child Make Me Forgive My Past?

I was never able to actually be a kid.

Photo by Chinh Le Duc on Unsplash

If you read my other pieces, you could probably string together facts about how I grew up. One of the more recent stories was that my father was an alcoholic. I never knew which version of him I would get which meant I was cautiously quiet all the time. Pair that with my mother’s outdated idea that a woman’s…