When you never had the love you needed as a child, you struggle to fill the emptiness with anything that will get you through another day. It is never enough.
I promised to never have hollow children. I am so used to stuffing the hollow places, I don't know what to do for people that are already full. They are stuffed so much, they rage against the stifling love I offer. I know I am doing it, but I float outside myself and watch it all unfurl.
I'm finding my way back, breathing, trying to find balance, forgiving myself for my mistakes. It's hard for this hollow person to know what to do when I can't fill the holes in their lives.